Alex's Sonnet
You'll confuse me always, never stop,A shard of my heart began to drop,
You caught it, saved my heart much pain,
Cast to the ground, naught but tears and rain,
One last knife shoved in my back,
Suddenly, silently, longing to attack.
A demon kept inside for many a year,
My anger is my one great fear.
Nothing is heard as it grows,
I detest, Alex, if it shows.
I can control my anger, sad feeling,
I've many knife wounds, some still healing.
Blood drips from open skin,
'Tis a war a, Cannot win.
These are not words of hate,
Merely thoughts, feelings Irate.
I am not hurt, labor of love,
Why are you not MY little dove?
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