Two forests, both quite the same in mystic,
In a strange world far from our human mind,
Two creatures wander—animalistic,
Sentenced to love nothing but the same kind.
Birth separates them for now and ever,
Yet a creatures love steps out of its line,
And the other’s heart will not love ever,
One stopped and stayed, pretending to be fine.
Though what if loving’s so vulnerable,
One thought of itself: “I won’t ever do”,
What if it discovered it’s lovable?
Oh—what if the other just had a clue?
Once creatures stopped and stayed, thinking love was gone,
Once minds stopped thinking thoughts, of keeping wandering on.
Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 2:14 PM UTC
Two forests, both quite the same in mystic,
In a strange world far from our human mind,
Two creatures wander—animalistic,
Sentenced to love nothing but the same kind.
Birth separates them for now and ever,
Yet a creatures love steps out of its line,
And the other’s heart will not love ever,
One stopped and stayed, pretending to be fine.
Though what if loving’s so vulnerable,
One thought of itself: “I won’t ever do”,
What if it discovered it’s lovable?
Oh—what if the other just had a clue?
Once creatures stopped and stayed, thinking love was gone,
Once minds stopped thinking thoughts, of keeping wandering on.
My first sonnet :)