My Sonnet Type Thing
Not very good but it helped me (btw it’s fictional)
Why do I stare so longingly at these daggers?
I stare at them to see my inner self and soul
that is the shade and color of coal
I think for the time I watched you stagger
and fall to the ground, waiting for you to stand and swagger
you never once mentioned the life you stole
never once thinking of us at home in the cold
we once did wrong causing you to get madder
I despised you and yet I stayed
not wanting to be at fault
not wanting to seem the one who had strayed
all the while trying to escape from this cult
waiting helplessly to be saved
now look me in the eye and tell me
why I stare so longingly at these blades between me and freedom
I stare at them to see my inner self and soul
that is the shade and color of coal
I think for the time I watched you stagger
and fall to the ground, waiting for you to stand and swagger
you never once mentioned the life you stole
never once thinking of us at home in the cold
we once did wrong causing you to get madder
I despised you and yet I stayed
not wanting to be at fault
not wanting to seem the one who had strayed
all the while trying to escape from this cult
waiting helplessly to be saved
now look me in the eye and tell me
why I stare so longingly at these blades between me and freedom
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