This is meant to be for my english task of writing a sonnet- i don't think it is but i thought i would upload it anyway.
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The boy with black hair is looking at me,
Reminding me of an old memory,
He does not know it and he does not care,
That if he carries on my heart will tear.
I have not seen him for a year,
Every night I wiped a tear,
I was not angry, nor upset,
Just ashamed that I let
That boy with his arrogance and sweet word,
Get inside my heart- absurd
That I would fall so easily.
For as long as I love him and as long as I care,
My heart will continue to tear and tear.