I never thought I'd find a love that's true.
I never thought I'd make it to eighty,
Fully out of ways to say "I love you."
My metaphors are old and frail like me;
Cute ways I used to make you smile,
Are as exhausted as my simile's.
Without more ways to keep you beguiled,
I hope you keep in mind I'm still in love,
Forever and after was my promise.
You're still beautiful like when you were young;
I'm still longing to kiss those faded lips.
She has glaucoma and I have cancer
Our hospital beds lie next to each other

*I performed this poem during "S(H)e Loves Me/S(H)e Loves Me Not." It's not a perfect sonnet but it works...more parts of the play will be posted soon!

BONUS HAIKU:
What makes a haiku?
Just seventeen syllables?
It is a cop out.
What about structure?
Why can you go on with the
Same thought but new line?
What is to stop it?
Oh haiku, you confuse me.
But you make time pass.
In History class.