Carla1951 · 70-79, F
You are like me. You type out the words in your head.
Thus I learned that there is nothing to expect.
AND unfortunately, there will be more to neglect.
I want to read a sonnet,
I would want to hear the words that you created. Spoken from the depths of your pain, Hidden in your soul. Explain what you feel. Give your words Color. Leave the reader weeping for you, so that you wont have to. Leave me rushing out my front door screaming for her to turn around. Leave us with a Sonnet. That all one has to do is write the music. You are so close, almost there.
Thus I learned that there is nothing to expect.
AND unfortunately, there will be more to neglect.
I want to read a sonnet,
I would want to hear the words that you created. Spoken from the depths of your pain, Hidden in your soul. Explain what you feel. Give your words Color. Leave the reader weeping for you, so that you wont have to. Leave me rushing out my front door screaming for her to turn around. Leave us with a Sonnet. That all one has to do is write the music. You are so close, almost there.
sunnydreams · F
nice!