#petrach
Lavinia were you walking in the park?
Arm in arm with that pompous chanticleer
Singing in your sweet ear, a Sonneteer
Tongue-teasing rhymes told by that knave Petrach
Your ice blue eyes bright lit by sudden spark
Even blushes on your soft cheek appear
As if you found his every word sincere
Repeated in his carriage after dark
Master of dark magic hidden in verse
Your velvet rose virtue is your treasure
Lock it away from enticing word
On that vile poet will I set a curse
Venus come down and thwart all his pleasure
Especially, I beg his days be numbered.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC
our worlds collide,
synchronized,
day and night
you think i’d be
able to hide in a
blurry crowd
does it dawn on you,
too? you’re there and
the sunset’s hot on
my cheeks, red mess
of a masterpiece burning
and i shut my eyes
to pitch black,
praying you can’t
see me.
you’re so pretty
in the sparking
sun, cascading gentle
rays like embraces
From soft laughter.
you rise, I fall
head over heels
from the hill in
the distance
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 2:37 PM UTC