sonnets from the end of the world - fado-

I long for those rainy days
under the blankets
the curtains closed tight
pretending the sun

I remeber those crazy journeys
whithout maps or ends
to see beyond the last hill
if the road comes to her death

I long for those evenings
of stupid rages and broken dishes
of short flights and sudden returns
and making peace till light

I remember those chilly mornings
the clouds of our breaths
blinding the mirror
as we admired our love

There is nothing I regret
Nothing I want to forget
Those are our treasures
for all who loved our love
our legacy-

 

Good Job!! I like it!

 

love this one but uhmmmmmm it's not really a sonnet