Sonnet in blue #7
I stole a fleeting moment from your life
To cherish with the things I locked away
Yet never would I spare a single breath
To speak the precious things I had to say
But follow with some parchment brown and dry
In hope the words I speak are worthy of
Committing to the testament of lies
As one who lost his reason to your love
If we must give eternity its fun
And never speak aloud of this again
I’ll lay my shadow down forever dumb
And leave it to exploit this final pain
Procrastinate forever with a smile
Deny the lasting journey every mile
