a study toward sonnet #810 by FisherKingKQJ
Said that I love you one hundred percent,
In troubling times, for better, or for worse;
But now I can't zoom out of what I meant,
And your creek of mischief is now a bourse.
Tell myself facets turn and shades disperse,
The good and bad ruled by our common sense;
You're babble vengeance if not sarcasm terse,
Your overreactions can't help but incense.
I loved your stickles thorough going intense,
Revered you once entrapped by other mode,
Howso small that might be as recompense,
Such storms more such adrenalin well bode.
I'd say that when she's good she's really good,
As you're crooked or plain misunderstood.
(Chorus)
o $10,000 good
o $10,000 dex
o $10,000 right
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