A Sonnet For Everytime
#Me
When I know a look is meant for me
Filled with sex, a hope for night to come,
Through a bar propped up by fun
I shoot back through glass a hope repeat
Though braver me would act on known
Shooting with smooth an aimed impress
A chest pinned note; ‘Pour Courage, Poor Head’
Drowns awkward me not to be shown
Then what should begin the lustful dance
That burns, with heat, the surface cool
Instead is dried by double think
So repeat, again, the staling glance
A ring of bell brings thought to fool
‘I should have bought her a drink.’
(Source: englishweight)
