Smile
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I remember that day; how can I forget—
A virtual personality with no sincerity,
Crossing wars, every dawn and sunset,
Only to watch the moon; there ain't no clarity.
In a rectangular box, I remember the empires.
The sun and the moon reflected on a lone river.
As two pathways of unexpected desires,
You heard the words I couldn't deliver.
Yet I flew away; I sought the sea of haze.
The treasure maps I left without X marks,
To listen to his music box—loops and maze.
Scarred myself as centennial landmarks.
I walked away, then came back to where it started.
Withdrew from the manipulative voice in two lapses.
I showed up at your party as a departed.
You smiled like I'm a camera, showing flashes.
I composed two rhymes from Shakespeare.
I poured out my heart to a guy with an umbrella.
Your starry eyes gleamed as if they would disappear.
Ending with party holes, walking the streets as Cinderella.
The second train arrived; I departed again.
You told the birds how I slipped in the blink of an eye.
My eyes became blind; I'm stuck in a dark chain.
The palm trees fell down as the rain drew well-nigh.
I'm in the middle of nowhere, a thunderstorm,
And if this is the end, I would like to paint the vices.
I composed the last sonnet; I snuck into your dorm,
Wanting to see the smile as it was priceless.
YOU ARE READING
Cornelia Street
PoetryThrough sonnets inspired by Shakespeare, I finally reveal the intimate secrets I've kept hidden for so long, even though I'm afraid no one will hear them. They capture the anguish of unspoken emotions I've never been able to say out loud, hoping for...
