Sonnet #1

February 8, 2012
I've got nothing left to write about
But I can always write about you;
I been thinking, maybe when HE kicks me out
You'll have a spot in your brain I can fit into?
Look, I know it's been a pretty long while
And though I haven't, you coulda forgot.
But, still your name give me a tiny sad-smile
whether you love me or not.
My words must sound so pathetic, my dear
Lest you were their author, they would to me.
But no matter, this poem is one you won't hear,
which is why I openly confess my love to thee.
Now, clearly I've accomplished nothing with this verse.
Please let me again be your sweet ninja NURSE

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