My Poem · 11:30pm Aug 2nd, 2015
Warning: I'm not a confident poet, so any comments below that criticize my poem or speculate about its meaning are likely to be deleted!
It's a Shakespearean sonnet — i.e. it obeys the same rules of structure, rhyme, and metre that he used, but it's not written with Elizabethan English.
I met a princess quite by chance one day,
A damsel in distress who needed me.
We wrote, we started building something great.
We talked, played games, sang songs, stayed up 'til three.
A complement, a blush; it's all just fun.
I'd say to her, I'd love to cuddle you.
Then came the day when I was swiftly stunned
To see that all the things I'd said were true.
Not everything is under our control,
And now I cannot speak to my best friend.
I miss her voice. I miss her laugh, her soul.
I hate that what we had has had to end.
But is it over now, or just on pause?
I look for signs, but am I clutching straws?
Noice.
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Oh my gosh. SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
That.Was.Beautiful. No words can describe it...
I think it was rather beautiful