Stephanie Boehringer

Stephanie Boehringer Dec 2012

He growled so fiercely at me,
As if I've stung him like a bee

Those angry eyes stare through my soul,
How I love to watch his anger grow

My heart is his, this cannot change,
Our love, once young and beautiful.

Painfully ripped and bled in his rage,
Now broken and so pitiful.

No words he utter could ever part,
The lifetimes of love within my heart.

He is a curse that I must bare,
Because I no longer have a heart to share.

The pieces that he touched are dead,
My heart that I have come to know

Now filled with what he had spread,
The pieces of his angry soul.

Stephanie Boehringer Dec 2012

Your Sonnet

He was my cloud to the cruel sun.
A small, but cooling shade for me.
A protection and comfort to one,
To feel him here was a necessity.
His face lit up every broken piece of my heart,
The love he gave that would always warm.
This dreadful thing ripping us apart,
The horror that took me from his arms.
And the thoughts of him I cannot budge,
If I had one more chance to know,
The perfect face that none could judge.
The thought of seeing him here again gives hope.
And all our memories are now clear to me
It just seems we weren't meant to be.

— The End —