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This is a sonnet that I wrote a few months ago. It's simple, but I like it.


I suppose she needs you in her own little way
But when she doesn’t love you anymore
You can come knocking on my kitchen door
I’ll let you in; knowing that you won’t stay
And when the sun sinks down, you’ll slip away
Nothing worth having ever lasts, and you should know this too
I only learned this because of you
The roses you bring, will whither by the end of the day

I don’t know why you always wander back to her
Night after night, when you know you need something more
Than the empty vows you heard her say
You’ve given her more than you care to remember
And the roses you left her are sitting outside her kitchen door
To be picked up with the trash the next day
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Date:February 29th, 2004 08:22 pm (UTC)
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