Tormented Heart: My Own Sonnet

Mon, 08/12/2019 - 16:00 -- etobias

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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