Wednesday, May 30, 2012

sonnet one hundred twenty eight

no history is ever forgotten,
or will ever be dismissed,
which is why i attempt to
remind you of ours

for the days you could not
allow the many fleeting
instances to seep into the
riot of your thoughts

- still i offer you the fire
of what could be both
your lover and a stranger

stealing the shadow of what has
maimed you and left you
broken, here i offer a beginning.

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