The Sonet of ShameA Poem by Rebecca Dias
What is the point now?
I feel like going on, but how? When half of your soul just dies And it makes you cry once or twice Shame on me, why am I like this? Getting rid of something you are not going to miss Instead of looking for death on the shore Just take the love and make it more I hate the way you don't hurt like I do But who can save me? Who? What is a pair of socks with just one shoe? I end every sentence with a question mark I can weep as easily as a dog can bark I might kill as easily as a shark
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StatsAuthorRebecca DiasBrazilAboutHi! I'm new here! I'm 15 years old. Just a heads-up I have english as my second language, excuse any grammar errors, wrong punctuation or poor vocabulary. I'd love reviews to improve my writing. Than.. more..Writing
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