Post by Wolfe on Mar 7, 2006 16:07:59 GMT -5
Ánlípe 3/5/06
Maybe it’s just the loneliness talking
Maybe it’s just my heart
But I find that my feelings on the matter are balking
Maybe trying to forget about you wasn’t very smart.
It could be simply the music playing
It could be that I really need you
But I think that my mind and soul are truly paying
Sitting here alone, I can feel real blue.
Then the song changes and I don’t feel so bad
I miss you when I’m alone here, but that’s all
So if there’s nothing more that you would like to add
I can already feel the oncoming of a brand new squall.
I may never know what we would have been
So I’ll hide just these feelings once again… within.
Léasmódnes
[/u] 3/7/06[/center][/size]Sitting alone in an isolated room
Insanity finds its way to the mind
After it takes hold that cell becomes a tomb
And the soul is in an eternal bind
Once we become unstable
It seems we’re like that forever
This mind-bending story is no fable
The whole trip is a dangerous endeavor.
But when in the company of another
The soul is shielded when they care
The greatest protection comes from a lover
We breathe their love as if it were air.
The soul is a delicate thingBe sure to let your spirit ring.
All of these sonnets follow the official format set up by Shakespere. More will come as they come; don't count on it, though; I don't force these or anything. One other note: All the titles are in the language of Old English (And I wish that this had that font).
