This is the last dark sonnet I shall write Your lips aren't worthy of my pen's kisses I am sick of whining about our misses I reject your darkness for true light Am I but Shakespeare's lover jaded? He left words for me to give to you But quite frankly, I'd rather you eat glue Keeping your mouth of lies shut, you faded I turn my pen to a life more fruitful yielded This is the last dark sonnet I shall write Trust me, you don't want my words to fight My heart will laugh at you as it's shielded I bid you adieu, old love, lost to the winded My mind stands strong and forever mended
Nobody knows my soul how could they when they are so quick to judge me never knowing my deepest reflections Nobody knows my heart that dreams such beautiful dreams and has faced such horrible nightmares and still I survive Nobody knows my pain something I hold deep inside in The Depths of Solitude Nobody knows my soul and sometimes I watch time pass and wonder if it is something that I will truly one day know because at times I don’t even know my soul