Sonnet from a Long Time AgoA Poem by Liza ButenopThe 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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1 Review Added on March 7, 2011 Last Updated on March 7, 2011 AuthorLiza ButenopNew York City, NYAboutI'm eighteen, in college, and never fill out About Me boxes. more..Writing
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