My Own Sonnet, My Own Art
When I relive the past I find my timeWas spent in many hours of heated searchFor perfect words that never would besmirchA deep intrinsic trust in love of rhyme. And keeping trust my work was not a waste,Nor simply writing pieces not so fake,But also meeting all the rules they makeTo demonstrate our art is in good taste. However now I won't give energyTo seeking out the best words for my stuff,Or losing sleep when it is no...