This sonnet should be about love
not about a girl who loves fiction.
wrote her story after the head institution,
melancholy eyes with an sort of
Angelic face, she must be  made of
The midnight sky, should I show ambition?
even if *** is my only intention
The arrows of love have not fallen from above
But, she must be a king's treasure
how long can those lips be ignored?
A revered beauty, if she was to
Rank a man, I could never measure
it's a fantasy and nothing more
when an interrupted girl is loving you

If the seed
was replanted in
the wrinkles
of these aged brains
would it grow into
a garden?

Music.
When I listen
My eyes glisten
My ears perk
My body jerks.
You make me smile
You make me sad
You make me dance
You make me mad.
Whenever I'm down
I plug you in
Then,
I'm found.

I try to sympathize
with all my friends.
When they need help
I try to meet those ends,
but I forgot about myself
until now.

If you want me,
come and find me.
I'll be at the beach with my bare feet,
sippin' my favorite brew
with a smile aching on
my cheeks.