Now why would this sonnet be about love?
When love has directed me toward the thorns
Unwoven all the things that it first wove
And has made me rejoice far less than mourn
Why can’t a sonnet just be a lament?
A diss track to romance’s modern twist
Poetic attempts don’t equal assent
To allow love’s forceful grasp to persist
But let me explain, love I don’t abhor
I’ve surfed on its crests, I’ve cartwheeled its fields
It might bring pain, but it’s never a bore
Do I want to lose the frenzy love yields?
I’ve chosen: apathy is worst of all
Where’s pride in rising if we never fall?
You've got some excellent writing on this blog.
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