Vi Lanflagle Poems
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I’m not quite sure how to write a sonnet
So I’ll start with just a few simple lines.
If I correctly write this sonnet
All of it should rhyme.
It was not so quiet,
That you should hear a pin drop.
You could blame the riot.
I suppose I’ll just eat this old gumdrop.
And so I began to ponder,
My glorious days of old,
To which I wonder
If are even stale enough to have grown mold.
And this is what I thought,
The day that I was caught.
~this i wrote today for a school assignment. it is my first and ...
The tears fall,
Straight from her broken heart.
Is she screaming at a wall?
Can't you hear how much you tore her apart?
Moonlight falls in streaks
Onto her alabaster skin
Illuminating the paling fire -
It's dying within.