a sonnet written for my english class :) might write more but iambic pentameter is hard to get
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you were conceived during the first world war
brown haired, green eyed, and dark like a bold rose
a bright golden daisy that could not mar
was a fragile, pale, small boy that you chose
to grow with you and quell your suffering
the two of you shared your souls, thoughts, and dreams
to each other, you guys were everything
and it felt like you were ripped at the seams
when the second world war tore you apart
they crushed your petals until there was no red
you craved the end though it was just the start
maybe this was hell, you were really dead
but the heavens opened and what you saw
was your daisy, bright and bold, strong and raw
