{"sf1_id":967247,"sf2_id":"ynZZZJqn","title":"Sonnet 1","author":"TheKidsAreAllScared","words":121,"posted_at":"2016-02-20T23:40:00.000Z","tags":["Iambic pentameter","Poetry","Shakespearean","sonnet","writing"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/967247-sonnet-1","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ynZZZJqn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/85/f3/85f3c49b-fe15-40fd-a227-54c4cad30c49","description":"#2 of Ramblings\n\nWithin this piece I pronounce 'de-si-re' like 'des-are'. This is my first sonnet ever. It fits the meter. Fight me.","content":"In night, such longing times once warmed with lust\n\nThose hours in which I once would wish you near\n\nThis cold, it does betray my absent trust\n\nfor in your public presence I know fear\n\nYour blade, so cruel, these wounds unseen inside\n\nSo thus it is I should not yield to touch\n\nYour ill visage my sight cannot abide\n\nfor so to do have\u0026nbsp;I decreed too much\n\nAnd yet still do upon desire you tug\n\nSo false it is, in small amounts, I cringe\n\nYou draw me in, this pain it's like a drug\n\nRough hands, please stay; your ghost, a used syringe\n\nWe met, it seems, from broken mirrors past\n\nWith pain\u0026nbsp;I ask, these words should be our last\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Ramblings","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/927617-short-smutty-poem-1.json"}}