A Sonnet
I knew it was over
When you stopped giving me your undivided attention
I became regular to you
Another thing you just… do
I wonder… does the grass ever stop wondering why the sky is blue?
I wonder… do the waves ever get familiar with the moon?
Or do they rejoice everyday because they live for the existence of each other
“For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.”
