i am only
writing this for a dare
but i mean to make it a real sonnet
this shall be my chance to show that i care
and i will work my
damn heart out on it
you will not go out of your way for me
so too do you recoil from my touch
i suspect that this is how it must be
and worry that i care for you too much
i
stray from you often, but
not for long
to find
love is difficult, this is true
if i am to fight,
i must not be wrong
of them all, i would rather have you
but whatever will be, will be - must be.
let it be, the future's not mine to see