I reread the words, this story once mine.
Rereading the time we wove our own silk,
recounting the times our hands intertwine.
I'm rereading your non-existent guilt.
I thought we had it, we had our own ties.
It's time to forget the love that we shared.
Forgetting The who's, forgetting the why's.
Turning my happy smiles into glares.
And now I rewrite this story as yours.
Rewrite my happiness, rewrite your kiss.
I make this story different than before,
so that maybe I'll have something to miss.
"This flower is showing our love." You said.
And now I know why the flower was dead.
YOU ARE READING
Sonnets
PoetryIt all started when learning of Shakespeare, his love for writing inspired mine too. It gave me smiles, reaching ear to ear. So I feel no need to write quatrain two. I decided to write 1 quatrain for the description cause why not, but I'll clarify i...
