Friday, March 30, 2012

My sonnet

That first kiss will always be the sweetest.
The first I love you will leave you breathless.
That final goodbye will be the hardest.
The beak up will leave you fully speechless.
You will believe the world is crashing in.
Your heart will cease to continue to beat.
Your lungs will stop taking in oxygen.
The ground will fall out from under your feet.
You will want to clear out the memories.
Hoping to consistantly kill the pain.
Never wanting to re-read that dark story.
Si your eyes cry like the clouds pour out rain.
You wish to have back that one perfect love.
But instead you settle to watch the doves.

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