Amanda’s attempt at a sonnet. Is it correct?

A thousand times I cried for you
My pain shown in sobs and screams
Yet my heart can not find faith in you
Always seeking hope in misbegotten dreams
Logic fails to mend the senses
Blind and burnished from your taste
Locked inside electric fences
Love and desire gone to waste
Tears fall heavy like shattered rain
Tying together your peace with my pain

Cake

Well it appears that I have found a new passion. While struggling to breathe amidst this sea of chores and school, I have found cake decorating. I know. Odd. But it appears to be just another form of art. Here are my first creations. The first cake was just practice. The army girl is an Army medic. She is going to be put on a cake for my husband’s boss. She is a Col. and a nurse. It should be interesting.