But I wonder when thy heart will stop wandering
Or longing for what is wrong--I am suffering
The thought of you and I is constantly haunting
Every action or sight leads to remembering
Whilst the heart I never could own is rejoicing
As it sings lovely songs, and as birds are humming
Around it, all seems perfectly fine and pleasing
Thy heart that I yearn notices not the lightning
Within thy thoughts, whilst thy memories keep running
Thy heart lost in deep despair, bit by bit breaking
Losing all pieces till it is but mere nothing
Since thy day you have chosen to leave me hanging
But thou can conclude that you are the most confused
You know not what you want, or feel for who you've used
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
But I wonder when thy heart will stop wandering
Or longing for what is wrong--I am suffering
The thought of you and I is constantly haunting
Every action or sight leads to remembering
Whilst the heart I never could own is rejoicing
As it sings lovely songs, and as birds are humming
Around it, all seems perfectly fine and pleasing
Thy heart that I yearn notices not the lightning
Within thy thoughts, whilst thy memories keep running
Thy heart lost in deep despair, bit by bit breaking
Losing all pieces till it is but mere nothing
Since thy day you have chosen to leave me hanging
But thou can conclude that you are the most confused
You know not what you want, or feel for who you've used
- s (we talked about sonnets at school today and I thought about you)
