Leaving this city racks my inner thoughts,
As I board a plane, my future unknown,
Heart and stomach both tie themselves in knots,
Soul and engine both collectively groan:
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In three months' time, will I see you again?
Even if I do, would it be a curse?
Perhaps it would break my heart's rusted chain,
Then I might read what I wrote, say this verse:
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Wishful thinking, a mad man's fantasy,
To dream of a world, where you're alone;
Since that would require some tragedy,
For you to lose your true love of your own:
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Love works in equal equilibrium,
For if you I gain, you must lose someone
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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...
