A Wannabe Sonnet

Smiles have now replaced tears:

They do not come from joy,

But actualization of fears

In destiny’s employ.

I have no cause to trust anyone:

Not a jot of certainty or strength,

Within this heart or mind run,

Of any scope, or any length.

What certainty in principle I knew

Now bows to lessons from lies,

Love exists like it was never true

Tainted by a myriad sighs.

I wish I can still close my eyes and dream

Instead of smiles that hide the screams.

Why Would I Again Choose?

Why would I again choose?

Why indeed but to lose

All of those simple things,

Like love’s mean fairy rings?

 

The sun set a while ago,

Time dispels her quiet woe,

The stars are veiled tonight,

They can’t cast their soothing light;

 

The moon is guarded too,

Tonight she begins anew,

A new tale, a new spin,

Where again I won’t win.

 

All I sought in all this black

Was for love to love me back,

Since it can’t the way I choose,

I’ll just get ready to lose.

Some Say

Some say, you love only once.
Some say, no conditions applied.
You know love’s trickier than that;
Those some didn’t mean to, but they lied.
Love occurs at various times.
It comes and goes, per its will,
Though it treats you to a grand date,
It, kind of, leaves you with the bill.

Some say, it is pure and pristine.
Some say, true love forever stays.
You find it can be hurtful and sad;
Those some didn’t consider all its ways.
Love is jealous and often mean,
It makes you fall against your will,
And then you find yourself alone,
Then you force your heart to be still.

Some say, it is God-like and holy.
Some say, it elevates the soul.
You hope it leaves you alive and sane;
Those some didn’t know it consumes you whole.
Love hurts and, if God exists,
It only makes Him the best:
For when true love scraps your heart,
It is flung back to His chest.