Shadows creep, darkness crawls,
Across my cheek, into my all.
The sour words you speak,
Makes my mind weak.
As light restores the call.
Emotion lost, emotion found.
My fingers crossed.
May luck abound.
Tell me softly thy love,
As winter blinds a burning stove.
To caress my selfless thoughts,
As hindsight ought.
In love of you I linger,
As pain with you a stranger.
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RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Sonnet with rhyme and and message not necessarily of love.
Thanks for your observance and comment. Lol
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