Thursday, August 21, 2014

sonnet 1.10.13.

He disavowed the vivid face and mind
Hed never gushed to me such glorious tripe
The proof of praises I would have to pipe
He rated worthless whispers breathed to bind
He chimed he was polite and way too kind
Hed taken me up although not his type
He pitched I should be grateful never gripe
A far more fetching babe a cinch to find
He mocked the way I giggle wince and move
He cut me from my family and friends
Hes not a nice man whom theyd soon approve
Hes rather regal someone who depends
There he hugs her acting overzealous
Rating me to her to make her jealous
Chorus overzealous hyperkeen suprafervent