Monday, February 10, 2014

Sonnet 033

A tall girl with hair as long as my own.
Once or twice, we were mistaken for twins.
Those were the days of our memories known -
our precious thoughts of some treasured scenes.

Sonnet 038

To you I am just another person,
and yes, I am - how it aches so much!
In chaos, I still wait for your reason,
on what I have done to leave you in hush.