a study toward sonnet #1,007 by FisherKingKQJ
That I kissed her boyfriend was an error,
As she's my best friend whom I tell a story;
Now I live in daily anxiety and terror
That she knows and treats it ancient hoary.
Fact is that I love him and want myself glory
Holding hands in public, planting pashes,
Private cheerful moments, nothing awry,
Now consigned to batting sly eyelashes.
Self-confessed, then I'd rise over ashes
Of broken friendship, secret one night stand;
I mean, chicks for him might just be mashes,
Would I too by him get betrayed or canned?
I fell in love by chance, and quiet unawares,
O why did Cupid train me in crosshairs?
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 unawares
o $10,000,000 coccooned
o $10,000,000 ignorantly
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