teeth clenched tightly into skin
blood dripping from within...

a rose as red as blood has bloom
and birds have come to see it now...

Why should I write a sonnet just for you?
When Hockey players will be on TV...

I never wanted to be the sun
but surely enough...

In summer memories,
You are like dripping honey...

Have skies been pouring cold upon my soul?
They rain and rain, with winds not weak nor strong...

Oh darling, turbulent like seas, your skin;
A violent brine that moves me off my feet...

I long for the day, education would be free
Where studying is not an obligation...

i
a wooden desk at the corner of the room...

I met you in a crowded room,
as crowded as the closet in my bedroom...

You want to be a flower - red or white,
just like those roses in the pots of clay...

And it's true, all this time,
I've been like a lagoon...