I found a little piece of perfect,
It was beauty to behold.
But the fragment isn't mine
And it's wrong, or so I'm told,
I'll wait on the shore
Just incase you come back
With something so perfect,
I can't return to what I lack.
Waves are calling and crashing.
Right now I should be home.
Somehow I keep on walking.
All that was precious is all that is gone.
I found a siren with such grace and poise,
A beautiful siren's screaming to drown out the noise.
Peace and love
xxxx
p.s yes, i really did just write a sonnet. deal with.
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