Sonnet from a Long Time Ago

Sonnet from a Long Time Ago

A Poem by Liza Butenop

The end to my devotion, my chagrin

Induced amusement, not despair or woe.

I recognize the irony herein,

I understood my folly long ago.

I blanketed my envious desire

From friends, from you, and also from myself.

Of such infatuations I grow tired-

In truth, it’s less romance and more a cell.

The necessary rock below your soul;

The leaves above may change but not your role.

© 2011 Liza Butenop


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it'd be better if you make it longer!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Liza Butenop
Liza Butenop

New York City, NY



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