Revised sonnet #1346
O honey how Ill calculate your hurt
It anchors us youll never writhe away
You criticize yourself in kooky blurt
You come across in echos easy prey
The forced yawns put your way are cause to flirt
You crave approval mine you kiss okay
Exaggerated wrongs you start to splay
You cling to me if calibrated comments curt
A run of luck a lumped together body count
The overdose and fatal accident
You wonder whether deeper stuff is meant
I pitch the averages paramount
Id hate to hail you sad yet beautiful
The world itself is sad yet bountiful
Chorus beautiful gorgeous radiant