These sonnets, these sonnets These words would never end This love this melody This lilt shall remain a friend this passion this hope this need; lives it transcends
I keep writing making silly rhymes. Words fall, bend, blend in an array of meaningless thoughts. Love contend with ache: Heart content with brain. My soul, unable to comprehend, lets out a sigh. Unintended it amends and wends my beilefs. My boat ascends foreword. My heart pretends normal. Away from the condescending colleagues, I head to in the direction of dreams. At a distance, I see her waving, and I look down on my hand, engraved a name: she owns. My palm distends and announces an arrival. I pretend this will be final. A call from the wild invokes my mild intentions to tell her the truth and hope this won't be vital.
They told us the news this Friday noon That her desk was empty, much too soon said, tomorrow theyd take her to stone And that the reasons were still unknown She was a good girl, got good grades in school Was well behaved and wasn't ever rude What took her would never be found She had buried it deep and covered it around
I don't see her when I enter the same old class She was always on 2nd bench from last Doing her thing, drawing a doodle too good There was not much to see in her mood Must be a proletarian, I had thought Cuz so was I, just not so lost All the conversation I had was 'hello Miss" "Hello, Mr." She said. " Drop the miss, if you please" That was all I ever said, I regret it now I don't know why but I miss her somehow.
I lay down fondling around with some thoughts still wet with memories I drew in from the oceans you made. Theres plenty to drown me but i still feel starved often when I feel lonely. Sometimes I forget that you were there... And that you still are.
The fan hanging from ceiling, must too have feelings Cuz it shushes me to sleep Pulling me away from a league Of broken dreams, stopping me from wrecking some more
Do you know when I cry A gust of wind gushes by Instantly drying my tears I wish if I could To blow my sadness away with it But alas I spent my wishes wishing you back When you were already there
I do silly things sometimes I don't really think sometimes I asked forgiveness when there wasn't a mistake Lend a hand foreword, there was nothing to take
Did we really had to fight Scratching a tale under wet pillows overnight It wasn't necessary.
I guess that phase is over And if it come backs if ever Don't let down ur ego and cry Don't think of me and you'll be fine Okay then lay back down And lets see, this time How this turns out.