My dearest friend, what have you done tonight? I fear you may have ****** up once again. You only had one chance to get it right, And now I think you might have lost a friend. You ran away as soon as she declined . . . Affections are a ***** if not returned, And many who assert themselves will find The hearts they wear upon their sleeves are spurned. But don't give up completely. There's a reason This love-will-find-a-way **** is so toted. Some day, somehow, within the perfect season You will find Her. And I'd like it noted That though you walked into a trial today, It was a stronger man that walked away.
For a friend. My second sonnet ever. Feel free to judge.