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.
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 2:16 AM UTC
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.
