Locked In Poetry

Locked In Poetry sonnet poems

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I’ll let you know some things if I may,
Like a captor addressing a prisoner to be.
Words like ropes that do not fray,
I am locking you in my poetry.

It is selfish of me to hold you like this,
I am guilty of saving fresh roses in books.
Unjust, undignified a need this is,
Collecting teardrops in a desert with the memory of brooks.

But your cell my dear will be sunlit and airy,
It will have all the things that you consider true.
For you I will make it extraordinary,
Make it a place worthy of you.

So through all the words that I can tell,
I sit decorating my lover’s cell.

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