Tormented Heart: My Own Sonnet
I don't know what I'm doing at all;
He looked at me and caught me in a trance.
The blood in my veins sludged to a slow crawl.
My heart, my aching heart wanted to dance.
I don't think I've ever been in love;
In fact, I had never wanted to know.
The feeling is so very strange; kind of
Like I'm about to perform for a show
Where I have forgotten all of the lines;
The people are staring, but don't realize
The torment I feel, the joy, the confines
Of my joyed heart, that I must win my prize
Lest my heart grow in sadness and torment,
As another lass becomes his intent.
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