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Sonnet for an Unrequited Love

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There you sit, your hair all mussed
(and if I may be so bold)
I can’t seem to grasp just how unjust
It is that I have not your hand to hold
Your laugh shakes off my self-made bower
Like a balloon pricked by a pin
So as we sit and waste the hour
I can feel alive again

So even though she may be yours

You will be mine forever more



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Milo! said...
Mar. 14, 2010 at 1:01 pm:
I really love this. I really like how everyone can relate to this. I hope you keep writing, because this is great. You should check out some of my stuff. I think you would like it.
 
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