Grace Renae

United States

I am a firm believer that some things have no meaning, but I over-analyze them anyway.

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I love writing and always have, but I know that there are plenty of people superior in this field. Therefore, I welcome any and all constructive criticism.

Sonnet 1

December 10, 2018


Love me he could not, despite his protest
When met eye to eye, he feels not a thing
His charm is a game, his profes’n a jest
He wears me on hand, prisoner to ring
While men flutter hearts with their kisses sweet
He gives me naught like but blood pulled through skin
And dark shadowed eyes, no ground for my feet
He summons a fight that I cannot win
Perhaps before dark, I once saw the dawn
In eyes crystal blue and frozen like glass
Prequel to anger, before hitched breath drawn
and peace turned to flee, disposed shards in grass
The life I treasure I wouldst soon discard
For love’s sake, happiness I disregard

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