a study toward sonnet #955 by FisherKingKQJ
Sometimes I know that I look like a loser
Within other mens' eyes, plans staying inner;
I hear them slag me mad fool or boozer,
Cry hot tears for being a white lie spinner.
Sometimes I know that I seem like a winner
Within other men's minds, though I blunder;
I hear them cheer me as if charmed beginner,
Cry hot tears for being a nine days' wonder.
I've lain in turmoil sweat, torn asunder
By my ignorance, while secretly jealous,
Real men all round, as late rolling thunder,
Their looks cocksure, or their methods zealous.
Love, only you accept me through and through
You're steady, that's why I love you as you.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 through
o $10,000,000 depth
o $10,000,000 layer
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