...The story of a girl in London, England


Sonnet 39


I opted for the chair and not a couch

Despite the mangled springs—(the grizzled sight!)—

The orange tint, the way it made me slouch—

The whole effect, it suited me just right.

I sat alone between the lovers’ seats,

(A place that times before I’d occupied)

And there endured my life, put on repeat,

And shown to me as from another side.

I watched with vague disgust the cooing pairs

And pulled my knees toward my chin in thought.

Perhaps it was a lonely feeling, there.

The more I watched, the more fed up I got.

Why waste so much of life in void romance?

I’ll hermatize! (If ever I’ve the chance).

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