Hmm, I started writitng poetry back in the primary school - you know, gone through a lot in that time, found the paper to share my secrets with, but it wasn't anything much - just as long as it rhymed :whistle:
Then I did a Sonnet for my English professor in the 1st year of the University - it was in a way an assigment,.
During that period of my life I also found Seb and completelly stopped writitng - not that I was any good in it.... I guess I found what I was looking for. :angel: People told me to start again, since Seb and I were in a literary group and I did, but it didn't seem right, maybe one day, I will do it again, but untill then - I have your and Seb's work to enjoy! Thanx for that!
Here is that sonnet:
I don't want friends who are stupid and bored
Therefore you are not my friend anymore.
Just stand up and walk through my yellow door.
Else you will get a conviction from court.
And now I sit alone and wonder why
I knew not what I was doing back then
That is the reason why it had to end.
A knock on my door has ended my sigh.
I opened the door, he was standing there.
With tears in his eyes he promised me this:
"I will change" and confirmed it with a loss.
With a smile on my face I touched his hair.
"These words I have heard so often before!"
And violently shut in his face my door.
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