What is love, but lost over and over
Again? But sand sifting through fingers; dust.
And forsaken, starless skies moreover
Hearts whither away, sweet embraces rust.
Crushed relentlessly in the hands of time
Tongues lashing, venom dripping fangs await
Menacing Death finds the sordid sublime
I grieve the sorry soul who takes the bait.
Hand in and hand with Monster I do go
To a rhythm so intoxicating
Softly, precariously toe to toe
Simply for the right moment he’s waiting.
Two hearts, one mind plunge deep and soar so high
Eternally away, away they fly.
Author notes
my first attempt at a Shakespearian sonnet so forgive me if it is lacking, it was done for a school project XD
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