Sonnet VI
Vulnerability picked at battered Heart
Opened spirits found a tattered soul
What seems impossible was our start
Years of false hope refused to let us fold
Help, you wouldn’t seek -----I would never consider to give
Disposition changed daily
Detoxing lies in which we lived
From all the game we been playing
Maybe this is practice
For all the truth we were lacking
Fact is, we still care---all of the afflictions are past tense
Fixate your fire; let me know I’m back in
Redress our desire amid the doubt—believe
Fight forever for ourfutures,achieve
<Deleted User> (6895)
Thu 6th Nov 2014 10:50
Welcome Bloomie-fantastic poem!xx