ITALIAN SONNET

A thousand seconds to be wasted
Not even one is worth to be kept
This feeling is what I don’t want to intercept
To be bitter is what I have tasted
I did not notice the event for it was hasted
I’m no match for my plan is inept
It hurts but I have no choice but to accept
Instead, I swallowed and choked on what I foretasted
To wait and count on you is spending time
Don’t you dare to spit a word
A word that can’t reach a mile
Your benevolence is not worth a dime
I will just end my existence using a chord
Finally, you will never ever sight this glorious smile