sonnet 4.6.13.

We both come off rebound we both act glad
We should help more one another out
Aside the happy times weve lately had
He does so little useful dodging doubt
His neediness and mine a mountain add
His story summons from the soul a bout
Of melancholy I just might go mad
If I should tell my girlfriends by chance tout
Theres furthermore residual pain I feel
I give folks lots and get so little back
And none loves me as me its what Id crack
My ways apparently just dont appeal
Exhausted helping folks I hardly move
I suffer trapped in this tight gloomy groove
Chorus move travel wander