Life's scale works in a manner that's most cruel;
For the more love weighs on my heavy heart,
The more aware I am that I'm a fool;
As I sink and you rise, further we part:
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When passion subsides thus lightening the loads,
Balance brings my dish within reach of yours,
But as I see this blessing, my heart grows,
And lopsided again become the scores:
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There is no winning at this weighing game,
For to get close to you, I must not care,
At my thought's end, one option does remain,
Choosing not to play, although she played fair:
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One word from you and my sleeping heart woke,
Weighing more than lead and the scale it broke.
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Shackled Sonnets: A Collection of Poems
PoetryA collection of sonnets about that which I shall never have. A girl I love, but she loves another. I have only recently been reading and writing poetry because of her, so hopefully, my writing will get better as time goes on. Check back for a new so...
