Sonnet 2So here I am, writing you a sonnet. This old fashioned, whimsical excuse for A love letter. I won’t pretty it up. Especially not for the purpose of Pleasing you since I know that’s just useless. I’ll use contractions, and forget about Metaphors. Your brain isn’t big enough. You couldn’t fathom my feelings for you Which is why I’ve decided to give up. So here I am writing you a sonnet. A sonnet to tell you that I hate you. The opposite of what Shakespeare had meant. Let classical literature tell you: That’s it, I’ve had it, I’m finished, I’m throughSonnet 2
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I like to sit. Sometimes I strut around and stretch though, because I get stiff. It’s hard to stay in one place for so long, perched on a chair or on a hard floor. I don’t complain much about it, I guess it could be worse.
While I sit, or strut, depending on the time of day, I also watch people. Not because I like to really, but more because I have nothing else to do. I will admit that sometimes I get interested. People do interesting things when they think no one is watching. I can’t see very much from where I sit, and often the bars get in the way, but I see enough.
There was once thi
It's Penguin. Welcome to DA. I've been here 3 years. If you have any questions feel free to ask I'd be more than happy to help.
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"The appropriate age for marriage is around eighteen for girls and thirty-seven for men."
-Aristotle
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Dream as if you will live forever, live as though you will die today. - James Dean
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