Mar 2019
So there.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCVIII)
How black night's swallowed all whenas fr'intents
My back was turned, lost in the search t'avail
Me of the Beatles' first whole concert they'll
Assure aught therein had McCartney's thence
Um first rendition of that song which hence
Has been playing on repeat in sheer betrayl
For how long now? Whiles oh, dear me! in frail
Excuse I see more clearly hope's pretense.
Watch, not dear Paul nor John to see as twere
He is: a man. No. Him just talking to
An older gent. If I'd forgot in poor
'Scuse I'm a very silly girl, I knew
It slowly in a blink. What folly'd stir
Days ere I canna rue enough. Laugh too?
23Mar19d
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCVIII)
How black night's swallowed all whenas fr'intents
My back was turned, lost in the search t'avail
Me of the Beatles' first whole concert they'll
Assure aught therein had McCartney's thence
Um first rendition of that song which hence
Has been playing on repeat in sheer betrayl
For how long now? Whiles oh, dear me! in frail
Excuse I see more clearly hope's pretense.
Watch, not dear Paul nor John to see as twere
He is: a man. No. Him just talking to
An older gent. If I'd forgot in poor
'Scuse I'm a very silly girl, I knew
It slowly in a blink. What folly'd stir
Days ere I canna rue enough. Laugh too?
23Mar19d
*cough, cough* Turns out reality actually makes perfect sense. However, my folly has the ability to twist simple facts completely out of order, and sit triumphantly atop proclaiming its assessment to be truth, regardless the lack of good sense. Thus this late affair of a foolish crush. What's new?
