She hates the cruel, hateful passage of time
Too quickly it passes and then too slow.
She hates the long distance, so far, a crime,
Much too far, on cold feet, for her to go.
She hates her bloodthirsty, vile Mistress Heart,
Who commands her to feel much too strongly.
She hates her simple companions’ small part
Of speaking on feelings oft too fondly.
She hates the need for complete distraction,
Painstaking efforts to keep herself sane.
Finally, she hates all the time spent ‘lone,
Thoughts wander across the plains of her brain.
And yet she loves him, he who is the cause
Of all her feelings and her breath’s slight pause.
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It's very very good. I'm envious of your skills and may quote your sonnet for later use and facebook statuses if you do not mind?
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There are always ghosts in the well. I can't call them echoes, because the sounds I hear all were made too long ago.
The splash of coins in the water.
Voices whispering their wishes
Secrets.
Nobody was supposed to hear them.
But I do.
And thank you very, very much. And yes, because it's you, you can quote my sonnet in your facebook statuses and whatnot. And if anyone asks, you know where to point them.
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I will remain in my hole of not-writing-ness.
And yay! Because there are some lovely lines that I'm particularly caught by.
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There are always ghosts in the well. I can't call them echoes, because the sounds I hear all were made too long ago.
The splash of coins in the water.
Voices whispering their wishes
Secrets.
Nobody was supposed to hear them.
But I do.
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What a feeling in my soul, Love burns brighter than sunshine
Sonnets are fun
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Who commands her to feel much too strongly.
and
She hates the need for complete distraction,
Painstaking efforts to keep herself sane.
Finally, she hates all the time spent ‘lone,
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There are always ghosts in the well. I can't call them echoes, because the sounds I hear all were made too long ago.
The splash of coins in the water.
Voices whispering their wishes
Secrets.
Nobody was supposed to hear them.
But I do.
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What a feeling in my soul, Love burns brighter than sunshine
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