My Second Sonnet


It’s not in the stars for me to feel so,

Though the pining in your eyes makes me sad.

Unfortunately my feelings won’t grow,

I would rather you hate me and be mad.


You might wonder why my heart feels this way,

Perhaps I am vain, perhaps I am cold,

I really wish I could know what to say.

I apologize for being so bold.


Shall I say that it is not you, but me?

This chaotic heart of mine has no room,

It would be best if you just leave me be.

This cold and vain heart just might be my doom.


Cruel, but true I simply cannot love you,

I am sorry my feelings never grew.






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