White in the open.A Poem by Brandon HontzShakespearian sonnet; 14 lines, pattern of ABABCDCDEFEFGG. !0 syllables a line.Just how do I go about all of this? Do I release my grip, or hold tighter? Love is a seed, as you always insist, i'm not sure if I can call you a liar. Must often do our eyes play tricks upon us, and sadly just so often do our heartts. You will stumble hard if you try to rush, and both must contrubute each their own part. So set yourself bare here, holding no strife, and let everyone be their own judge. I have never felt like this my whole life, because I had never truly loved. I guess you are a dove, as it was meant, I always had hints you were heaven sent.
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2 Reviews Added on February 22, 2008 AuthorBrandon HontzMilford, MAAboutI'm a punk. I do what I can, and I guess that's all you could ask for. Music, and writing, in it's many forms, are big parts of my life. Acoustic guitar, about 3 or 4 years now. I'm in love, with a be.. more..Writing
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