Tuesday, July 17, 2012

sonnet one hundred ninety three

your happiness drowning
against the silhouette of
your sun and the shadow
of today, i ask myself,

can i at all make you happy?
can i be truthful to our
dreams, can i ever be enough
to keep you going?

shrouds of who we are
conflicting with the
brightness emanating from

clouds that once belonged
to someone else's wants,
how do we make it ours?

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