It doesn't matter anymore.
Some Terza Rimas that I omitted a while back because of messy emotions but - well, it just doesn't matter anymore.
Terza Rima Sonnets
That I might think, of where you rest
But turn my mind in echoed mirth
My will bent low, my sins confessed
A dizzy search for my self worth.
Her laughter; clear, sings through the air
Fogging my head as I kiss the earth,
I wonder still if she sees me there
Or whether her eyes tinge in regret,
Feeling my hopes lost in despair.
Knowing it better to forget
To leave me be, in bitter shroud
Vowing that I’ll win her yet.
And then I look into her eyes,
Her hair shot through with purple dyes
And forgiveness wells up in me,
I know she doesn’t mean to wrest
My heart and head in unity,
No, not her fault, to be so blessed,
But still, there’s screaming in my head,
That voice denying I’m obsessed,
Left to waste away and dread
That anguished sorrow in my heart.
The poison in my brain that spread
Through crevice, crack and every part,
Left alone to fester there
With no intention to depart.
Snap back, the feelings that arise,
As I look into your eyes,
That gaze which made me die inside,
Is now my secret source of pride