Friday, February 24, 2012

Untitled sonnet

We walk off the red bus hand in hand
As we galloped into the far distance
Threw the meadows , and down towards the sand
You are the key to my lone existence
Why do you go leave me my love?
Is it because you are too good for me
You are like a free and soulful dove
Free to be however you want to be

Why can't you accept me for what I am?
I know that we only meet on a bus
When I see our love I can feel like dam
The birds started chirping because of us

Come on my boo, take me into your "type"
I am not all that great "hype"

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