I attempted a sonnet to warm up for the next section of my fanficton piece that is due Sunday for the school literary magazine.

I am the whisper in your breath, and you’re the dream in my mind.
You could be the beat of my chest, and I, the sound of your soul.
I reached out so we could stop being confined,
Our feelings kindle the hearth, but can we fare the toll.
Guilty, as we may plea
Just know, that you’re tears will dry.
This is something we chose not to flee,
And together we will try
To pursue something we want to call bliss.
Please, hold onto my hand,
And guide me to a kiss.
I know this isn’t how it was planned.

My heart sings a melody, and it requires a duet.
I, with my voice, and you the cornet.