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A Perfect Sonnet.
Lately I've been wishing I had one desire.
Something that would make me never want another.
Something that would make it so that nothing mattered.
All would be clear then.
But I guess I'll have to settle for a few brief moments.
And watch it all dissolve into a single second.
And try to write it down into a perfect sonnet,
or one foolish line.
'Cause that's all that you'll get.
So you'll have to accept.
You are here, then you're gone....
But I believe that lovers should be tied together.
And thrown into the ocean in the worst of weather.
Left there to drown in their innocence.
But as for me I'm coming to the final chapter.
I read all of the pages and there's still no answer.
All that was before I know must soon come after.
That's the only way it can be.
So I stand in the sun, and I breathe with my lungs.
Trying to spare me the weight, of the truth.
Saying everything you've ever seen was just a mirror.
You've spent your whole life sweating in an endless fever.
Now you're laying in a bathtub full of freezing water,
wishing you were a ghost.
But once you knew a girl and you named her Lover.
And danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summer.
But autumn came, she disappeared...
You can't remember, where she said she was going to.
But you know that she's gone. Cause she left you a song,
that you don't want to sing...
Singing I believe that lovers should be chained together.
And thrown into a fire with their songs and letters.
Left there to burn in their arrogance.
But as for me I'm coming to my final failure.
I've killed myself with changes trying to make things better.
But I ended up becoming something other than what I had planned to be.
Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers,
and layed entwined together on a bed of clovers...
And left there to sleep....
Left there to dream of their happiness.