letting go of the sonnetA Poem by highonwordsi have only so many lines, an elusive rhyme to tell you, what i am about to tell you, in this poem -not a sonnet, done in numbered days, i cannot confine love, in a page, but i love you, even when i am silent, i could write a page, i could write a book, or write nothing at all, because love eludes me, it wants to be the only word, or the words mean nothing at all you are too close to me, in a way that can't be put into fourteen lines, you are the meaning to my simple words, without any rhyme of reason, you are constant, and just as free as the blank, you fill in with your space © 2016 highonwords |
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Added on April 1, 2016 Last Updated on April 1, 2016 AuthorhighonwordsAboutNOTE: Formerly my pen-name on this site is letterhead, but since i also have an account on DeviantArt, with a different pen-name, which is highonwords (stephanie) - i am going to use highonwords here .. more..Writing
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