To avenge the little worlds in which we live
How far off our dreams are from coming true.
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Your sound logic breaks the sonnet's symphonic sophistication
Turns the lilies and lilacs back into stone.
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To see you walking down the lane causes us to cringe
What bad news you always bring.
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When, for a moment, we're elated
Reason and logic and reality crash down with each of your footsteps.
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Each stride you take toward us, as you advance, we fall deeper into despair
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You're the bringer of bad news
You're the screaming paperboy of our lives
Beating your war drum and sounding your bell
Making our lives the true definition of hell
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When we tell you our hopes
You tell us our flaws.
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This fire burning deep in your throat
Brims at your lips and pours out
And duly it breaks into our unguarded hearts.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
To avenge the little worlds in which we live
How far off our dreams are from coming true.
-
Your sound logic breaks the sonnet's symphonic sophistication
Turns the lilies and lilacs back into stone.
-
To see you walking down the lane causes us to cringe
What bad news you always bring.
-
When, for a moment, we're elated
Reason and logic and reality crash down with each of your footsteps.
-
Each stride you take toward us, as you advance, we fall deeper into despair
-
You're the bringer of bad news
You're the screaming paperboy of our lives
Beating your war drum and sounding your bell
Making our lives the true definition of hell
-
When we tell you our hopes
You tell us our flaws.
-
This fire burning deep in your throat
Brims at your lips and pours out
And duly it breaks into our unguarded hearts.
