Alright, we all encounter first times. One of those is “life”. The first times never end in here. There’s always a surprise booked for you even more stalling than the last one.
So just when I decided that I need to try a Sonnet, D’verse supplicated my lookout. I did one and there, the next post there talks about the first time. Can’t even begin to thank you from where…
Oh well, like it is (always), I’m hesitant, wondering and definitely somewhat meek in admission to the fact that I’ve dared to compose a Sonnet. Pentametric- yes, iambic- ambiguous, Shakespeare form. I hope he doesn’t scratch the earth to jump down to end his Sonnetic life!
I am the weaver of this fairy tale.
Forgetting, all good things come to an end;
I had jumped to hang my heart on a nail!
Lover you were to me, not any friend.
Dreamingly, I had displayed your faces;
foolishly thinking that they will fill in,
for you, your love, creating some traces…
growing you on me, in my heart within.
Your face no longer compensates for you.
That fallacy is broken forever.
Concluded have I now, I am so through,
with loving you and that you did never.
I am breaking all patterns I had set-
mourning that we had at all ever met.
Linking to Dversepoets.com