My First attempt at a Shakespearean Sonnet:
How do I hate thee, is there need to say,
or do my actions speak as one contrite?
If so my dear, stand in the light of day
and see my heart is truly black as night.
Our future, we once took care to handle –
an embryonic shell that carried life.
It promised by the light of a candle,
that we were meant to give this soul its breath.
But you my dear have chosen to be deaf.
So it is left for me to salvage growth
From beneath the wall, where soldiers take leave
to put things back together; not to loath.
So with my small army, of closest friends,
I’ll make a life – who needs your failed amends.
Poetry is my aeroplane 