Sonnet 1: Mystic Mourn to Lover's Lost
#WritcoPoemPrompt11
The days were unending as were the nights,
And she waited and waited and waited,
But there seemed to be no hope in sight;
So she cried and cried, until her heart for pain bled.
Her pillows she drowned in tears through and through,
Sinking her thoughts in the mire of...