I killed my love myself
The temptation of wanting to overcome
Cold blooded to surprise
Thrust the dagger into living flesh.
Hunting behind someone's shadow
I ruined my love.

I killed my love myself.
The hand did not flinch, could
Bloody finish the case,
Like a deadly needle.
Once the blood was boiling with jealousy,
In affection, I killed love.

I killed my love myself
Rebellious, patient,
Do not allow empty doubt.
Revenge bitter taste,
In the crime I was just a genius
When ruined my love.

2 comments
  • February 19, 2017 8:35

    So these are your sonnets?
    Repentance Othello, Whack-Whack, Carry away Gotovenko ...
    I do not even know what to say.

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  • February 19, 2017 12:26

    Eugene, I told you that my “sonnet-like” poems cannot be called sonnets, since they do not meet the required conditions, not my fad. I see that you are upset. Okay, I'll try again. Before the new publication.

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