168 hours
7 days...

I've been running from my past,
A past too dark to be undone...

I woke up next you you today,
And looked into your eyes...

Screaming into darkness,
Hoping that you'll hear...

I wish we could go back
Back to the place we used to be...

*A sonnet is A fourteen line poem in...
With love, you do steal my heart from its cage...

Shut up!
Stop talking...

The feel of our hands entwined
The feel of your lips on mine...

The feel of of our hands entwined
The feel of your lips on mine...

I wanted to be brilliant,
To catch your pretty eye...

The power of the words,
The rhythm of the rhyme...

Loneliness, my sin,
My Baccardi absolvent...