Revised sonnet #228
My pal just dumped I had to help to grieve
The beau Id figured sort to court then spurn
The smallest stuff in cases such a peeve
They ghost and never let the joy adjourn
The sorrow brought to nostrils pinkish burn
To eyes tears hot to brows tense lines tight knit
And she announced in sotto stomach churn
I craved a kiss I stymied buzz of it
I echod her true feelings quickly quit
I shrugged to underline the beau to blame
I hissed her hiss I cringed a whiny whit
I leveled looking glass and future flame
A shoulder lent to her I stand a shot
Im poised to grab this girl to serve the plot
Chorus shot break opportunity
