As I lay my weary head upon the pillow
it's difficult not to recall we're I've been.
Then nature breaths wind into the willow
let the tapping of rain on thy window begin.
Heavy can be a heart that is full of regret
as mistakes take a toll on thy fragile brain.
My memory serves me well, I cannot forget
as my tears fall just as hard as the rain.
I think on her, and how things went down
missing the caress of her lips on thy brow.
I'm not the only broken heart in this town
but I miss her and wonder where she is now.
I screwed things up, she'll never forgive me
yet I still long for her kisses to set me free.
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Sonnets
PoetryA collection of poetry written in a specific rhyme pattern. I hope you enjoy reading these sonnets as much as I did writing them.
