love sonnet
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The way his gentle fingertips brush against my skin makes my body feel at home. Most importantly I feel beautiful.
I hope you hear this
Alisha.
Do you recall when you confessed your love?
How you regretted of letting her go?
I do, for my heart shattered. No white dove
Visited me. My face turned white as snow.
***This was written in 8th grade. Our not-so-bright teacher wanted the class of 13 year olds to write a romantic love poem. I felt left out because I'd never even been in a relationship, must less been in love.
I hate loving you
It's not fair
I don't want to care
Don't make it true
I can't stop loving you
All I can do is stare
My heart wasn't to tear
What else can I do
I want to be together
