This one is a bit different than my other sonnets, but bear with me, I think it's interesting enough. In line with the nature of sonnets, it is still about love.
My disgust of myself bites down my lip
To make sure that a dose of blood flows out,
Taking away from me another blip,
And now my health is going to run out.
When I blinked to try and avoid the pain,
I was then caught in a turn based scuffle
Attacked by magic making me insane,
Until my mind turned into a whiffle.
My status falling closer to a faint,
Without the ability of phoenix,
I am starting to feel a little quaint,
Scared to save myself with a potion mix.
I refuse to quit until game over.
I’ll keep on playing to find my lover.
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Sonnets
PoesíaThese are some sonnets that I've written. Some are English (Shakespearean Sonnets), some are Italian Sonnets, and some are modified. They all have 14 lines, ten syllables in each line and hopefully a near iambic pentameter.
