The noisy masses irritate me so;
It irks me more when I’m told friends are fun.
And when I think, “I want to be alone!”
There’s no one who can understand my wants.
I’m not a stingy, anti-social freak:
I have my friends; I’m genial to them all.
But still, their minds are small and far too weak
To comprehend the magnitude of me.
With her I feel no need to hide my brain.
In fact, she stimulates and challenges my mind.
She’s mute, when quiet’s what I want to gain,
By talking, intellect is present in her words.
Compliant, but she’s capable of thought -
She’s more than charming, she can THINK as well.
Whoever this girl is, this is so sweet, Mike! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks! I like her so much...
ReplyDeleteyou should dedicate this to someone...
ReplyDeleteI would...but I wouldn't want "her" to know who "she" is. ;)
ReplyDeleteoh? she's a member? hey, do you have a list of members I can borrow? Please forget about this sonnet, it's totally not about me asking for a list, no way! ;P
ReplyDeleteYou sound like Molei...she's making her a graph/chart of possible people it could be using the clues I gave her. Don't you start too! I feel a conspiracy impending...
ReplyDeletehaha people should stop trying to figure out who this girl is and appreciate the sonnet more, i love the first two stanzas, i can relate to them atleast.
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