Shakespeare Took All the Good Sonnet Titles

I sigh and hear your voice across the room 

Your hands feel cold over my bolted eyes

Cold like rock or some kind of granite tomb

Chiseled from stone of our failed loves demise

Please trust i know there is no good excuse

You treated me better than I had hoped

Yet some may say my heart deserves abuse

For they know not what it endured to cope

I never lied about my true intent

But life does not always agree with us

Sometimes we act with hasty discontent

So that we can end this without a fuss

Just let me bury what we both have lost

Since neither of us could afford it’s cost