SONNET I

 Vintage, Feather, Quill, Write, Antique, HistoricLike a sick little child, I'm needy 
Look into my teary eyes they're beady 
cant see clearly my vision is hazy 
I should have fought harder but I'm just too lazy
blew down my house of cards when I was playing spa
don't need therapy I need a therapist; I need a life coach not a car 
Listen to me, come to me, just hold me don't leave me 
I need an ear please not an earpiece can you hear please cuz I'm scared please
I was right when I left but now there's nothing left
you've taken everything under the sun, daylight theft 
I thought the cure to my poison was you 
I thought you would make everything fine. 
But now its clear what I have to do,
let go of your mess and focus on mine

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