I ask, why must you do it,
Tear me apart, piece by piece?
Make it seem like you'll commit
And make the pain cease?
"You're hurting me," you say.
"You can't be trusted with my life."
Oh honey, one day you'll pay,
And get stabbed with your own knife.
You say you're twisted,
Have you met me?
I wish you never existed,
So I could be set free.
"I'm sick of being betrayed," I cry.
"Wait until they find out your lie."
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Some Sonnets
Poetryjust a collections of english sonnets I wrote a while ago!! please keep in mind that these are not 100% english sonnets -- they follow the same rhyme scheme, but the lines don't contain the right amount of syllables to be a true english/shakespearea...
