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.