Scarred Heart: A Sonnet*

This is the first sonnet I have written on my own and yes, I am nervous. (Forgive me if I did not observe the required iambic pentameter!) Scarred Heart: A Sonnet* My heart is a pristine, clean, plain canvass, so white and pure, innocently demure. It beats in bliss, sometimes slow, sometimes fast always full, always sure,… Continue reading Scarred Heart: A Sonnet*