Sonnet 001
A innocent heart that was once so pure
Now has a taste of bitterness and evil
I thought our love was o young but mature
But now it's trapped, far fom an eagle
My life is now not my own, I'm not free
But iron bars make not this cage of mine
It is all your idiosyncrasies
Now they've boxed me in, were I drink my wine
Getting drunk to the point of no return
What's the point when there is no love for me
My lifeless eyes look towards yours fr concern
Pupils screaming out hate is all I see
Why can't you come back and we start anew
Your name on my arm, a bloody tattoo
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