"Hey, I like writing sonnets. Like someone once said, 'sonnets are cool balm to soothe troubled souls.' Ok, maybe nobody said that, but this blog is my sandbox, not yours, and I'll write as many sonnets as I damn well please. Besides, it helps take the load off my mind."
xi.
How far from me to you? It's everything
I think about you, everything you
Don't know about me, misunderstood,
Untrue, all the stranded moments I lose
to habit and occupation. If not
given then I take nothing unoffered,
But if offered and not taken, if hot
Passion dies, and hard I allow softer
Feelings to vanish, then what is gained?
Pretense? True emotion would be sweeter,
And warm affection given unrestrained
Better than all posture and theater.
I ask what is the path, where is the way,
What madness to live this day after day.
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