sonnet 0.01

i have no words to ease my hapless fate
nor shadowed corners to hide myself in
the songs of hope they sang were sang too late
while rhymes they wrote were all so broken in

had cupid landed on someone else's heart
then mine own eyes would have escaped despair
but luck decided for love to depart
and leave my broken self beyond repair

i know someday there'll be more dreams to make
more stars, more skies, more places to behold
till then i know this grief i have to take
perhaps to make my heart more strong, more cold

till then, i pray, your name will never bring
as much sadness as one forgotten thing

01.12.2004.03.59.p.m.