Sonnet 115
Laijon Liu 20160609
I swear my
poems do not lie, it’s true
And I don’t have
much love in them
For some reasons I
cannot tell why
That I must
extinguish this wildfire
Some fields
shouldn’t be burnt to ash
Some hopes should
never be ignited
Compulsion consumes
all logic senses
Like combustion in a
thrusting rocket engine
I must be cool, not
too deep for love
Even though it’s the
best thing in life
But it also tortures
us often, like hell
It feeds us hope, or
we digest despair
Love is a question I
steal it from you
Someone gets it,
someone don’t
