a study toward sonnet #776 by FisherKingKQJ
You're far too kind to me through times of woe,
And listen far too long to my complaints;
Yet I respond as if you're my worst foe,
With sarcasm, curfews, and list constraints.
You're an angel hidden amongst some saints,
I now accept the fact that I love abuse,
With each offwhite boyfriend it new acquaints-
On you downs my superimposing ruse.
I'm still in love with him, give him his dues,
Two faced charm, low transferrable hisses,
So I've chopped off your wings as able clues,
When clipping them would assure your kisses.
A guardian angel flit down from above,
You're great as my man, though less of a dove.
(Chorus)
o $10,000 above
o $10,000 high
o $10,000 zenith
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