Lost Love (Sonnet)
Lost Love (Sonnet)2 mins 170 2 mins 170
You offered me hemlock, I took as honey.
Told a tale of truth, which was lie.
I give thee sea of love,you back me gutter of fie.
You became irony, when I had no money.
Thine phrase is my symphony, idiom is harmony.
As soon as hi, I wanna bind with your tie.
Lay my head, on your lap, when I die.
Bet thorny Rose, stoney rock for your beauty.
Let liberate you on this sunny November.
I neither claim you nor remember.
Thine glow becomes shadow, exists become thought.
Ye is bright, on my sight; I lost the fight.
Peeper lost right to see you, soul lost to feel you.
Slumber lost to dream you, Olfactory lost to smell you.
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