a study toward sonnet #467 by FisherKingKQJ
We look like strangers in a hotel suite-
My new bustiere, new tight curl hairstyle,
Departure from usual, for love entreat
As he checks an account on a mobile.
His sneaky gorgeous sidelong glances rile;
When love was better, I sat on the fence,
When love was finer, I stepped up the stile-
I gave up my power for what recompense?
I won't miss him as he's strictly past tense,
As altercations and grudges distract,
Calamity aggregate...and come from whence?
I won't say things critical just for a week,
I won't be first to slam a door in a pique.
I won't be first to slam a door in a pique.
I won't be first to slam a door in a huff.
I won't be first to slam a door in a nettle.
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