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Monday, May 21, 2007

Sonnet - Never


Her cries, they echoed through the forlorn night
Alone, tormented through eternal times
She attempts to resist, with all her might
But she can only reflect on her crimes

Her mind entangled with flustered thoughts
Shadows dominating her once pure heart
She remembered all the lies that they bought
Weaving through her mind, like a poisoned dart

She screams to the night, furious at the stars
Nothing could relieve her from her torment
Love, fleeting through her life like speeding cars
Nothing can help; no one can find a cure

Perhaps one day, her prince would come save her
Perhaps one day, but yet, perhaps never.

by Fung


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Wow... this site's turning into a poem site now? ahahaha.
anyway, we both love poems rite? hehe.
weedididid. felt bored. finished revising history. so this is wat i've done.
heeey, sonnet's arent so easy kay?


oh btw bi. nice poem

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