Sonnet 8

Time is unnoted,
Your presence; real shady,
My words sugar coated,
Around you daily,
I work hard,
Conjuring up new ways,
To please you by far,
I’m probably the only idiot waiting many days,
No years,
Just to prove how faithful I could be,
But I found you have yourself many ‘deer’s’,
By you already,
And now I feel like a fool,
How could you be so ignorant, so cruel?