I am really losing my creativity in titling my posts. Whatever. I wrote a sonnet during my AP Lit class last year and I decided to post it since it's pretty damn good if I do say so myself :)
A Walk In The Meadow
Those porcelain lips do I yearn to kiss,
To greet the frost with fire from my heart;
As snow doth melt upon my lover’s hand,
Such beauty only tainted hands could mar.
As I approach thee nervous from thy gaze,
My breath escapes me as I see thine eyes,
Like mirrors searching for the hidden truth.
To lay mine lips upon thee would but stain,
Like drops of black upon an angel’s face.
As torment tears my trembling heart in two,
I can but wait as breath escapes your lips
To taunt me, perfect words that wound so deep;
And thus do I stand here before you now,
Choked by mem’ries held by fading strings.
About Me
- aNUSHa
- I love music like a fat kid loves cake. It's the only true way of expressing the muddled up crap we call feelings. Idealistically, I'm a realist. Realistically, I'm an idealist. Overall, I think too much and too philosophically. Venture into the stream of insanity I call my consciousness and take it, as everything, with a grain of salt. The size (and type) of that grain is yours to decide.
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