sonnet 25.12.13.

It made a mockery of that last mile
I slaved the sourest wish or envious whim
My ears tuned into your endearments dim
I was intrigued by your agreeable guile
What childish claps that charismatic smile
In brilliant hindsight my tears overbrim
Impudent you would pigeonhole me prim
I shouldve buttonholed you phishy file
You bid a bad girl be yours seek the strife
A bunch of babes at ready bite the bait
Im halflid history I lie in state
I was the pretty princess on your life
You fancied me despite the many flaws
You exercised your easy exit clause
Chorus flaws blemishes shortcomings