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Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2015
What's the point in searching if I won't find
What's the point in wiping my tears
When the next minute I'll cry and none'll mind?
What's the use of hoping I'll overcome my fears?

Where the hell's every corner where'll find love
When literature and every picture says world's round?
How'll I ever fly without wings to find one I deserve
When even gravity keeps bringing me back aground?

Who'll it be to fill this heart that's bruised and cracked?
Who'll bear nursing wounds they didn't cause?
Who'll erase the memories of the one that rocked?
Who'll give me the right prescription and not over or under-dose?

Why should I keep hoping even after this long?
Why should I believe them when they say out there is one to whom I belong?
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2015
They say it is highly paying to keep calm
That she's gracefully walking my way
That someday love will surely come
To shed light of joy upon my desolate soul and to stay

They tell me to keep my eyes on the look out
They tell me it might come like a bird from the blue sky
And steal loneliness and hurt something I highly doubt
That someday drunken in romance I'll sigh

They say the walk of love is that of a hunting lion
Treading softly not to ***** its absorbed prey
That It's worth the wait as love renders a shoulder to cry on
**** hopeless but a thing for which I still pray

It isn't what they say but what I know that keeps me strong
I know I'll slap love when she's finally here for taking so long
My 2nd Sonnet
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2015
Her eyes flutter soon as they sense someone encroaching
Her nose in fear of uncertainty starts running
Like a Dear in sight of a predator approaching
As her hanky is sent up her nose cleaning

I get a closer look at her beautiful *******
Their sudden rise like a volcanic plug
Or cunning waves in an Ocean with gigantic crests
But soon as I’m close enough all she gets is a hug

Then I place my head on hers close enough to her lips
Which tremble probably in fear of the belief all speech is lies
While all through a burning urge to kiss her hard at me nips
Seeing tears of doubt gather clouding the skies of her eyes

Her heart beats too violent for someone of her age
Seems she’s grown to believe for love,pain’s her only wage
My first attempt of a sonnet :o

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