sonnet 25.6.13.

There was the one I never truly told
There was the one I warned who got away
There was the one I couldnt soothing sway
There was the one I put a while on hold
Here was the one who was of martyr mould
Here was the one who mightve been okay
Here was the one who got a phoney nay
Here was the one who later buffed up gold
So now my head is hooped by playback loop
Because the one to whom I heaved my heart
Shock horror left me like a lounging dupe
He treated me so mean and gave a fart
I cant fast forward past the going so grim
My guilty pleasure how I pine for him
Chorus grim dour bleak