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What needst I of thee, O precious one? What hast thou to offer me? Thou who art a star brighter than the sun, What hast I to profit from your company? True, thou art possessed of a great wit And thou hast a heart most kind These things might I admit But what knowledge hast thou of the mind? What comfort wouldst thou offer in my melancholy? Wouldst, in my hysteria, thou keep me grounded? What else but pain wouldst I give to thee- I wouldst naught but keep thee confounded A separation 'tween I and thee Wouldst best preserve they sanity
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC
Sonnet I - Lovesick
What needst I of thee, O precious one? What hast thou to offer me? Thou who art a star brighter than the sun, What hast I to profit from your company? True, thou art possessed of a great wit And thou hast a heart most kind These things might I admit But what knowledge hast thou of the mind? What comfort wouldst thou offer in my melancholy? Wouldst, in my hysteria, thou keep me grounded? What else but pain wouldst I give to thee- I wouldst naught but keep thee confounded A separation 'tween I and thee Wouldst best preserve they sanity
Another poem I wrote back when I was a pretentious little **** Written to a guy I like who would never accept me.
#love#lonely#sonnet#bipolar
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC
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