Was that even spelled right?
Two households is what it is
That imagine the looks of light
How, to know what they did
The dark, the balance called night
And here are two minds
One true the other evil, to answer
of what went on behind
How were the households to know
and we all laugh, that this girl
Here standing still alone
With her eyes muffled
The lenses of four, technically six
On a line divided was split
I grew tired of your nonsense
I know you are there and I know you are kind
If you are and angel I
Am sorry I must decline
Each with decent struggles
Are these my vows well some form
I would say, but I think it's obvious at least for me
I do not wish to give it away
Where does a princess keep her diary
Between us is a broken line
The truth to force these feelings
Upon a weary soul for days on end I could write about you
It is you that makes me whole
All I want because you are not here to hear me
I have a worm and oh there it tugs
A sonnet is easy to write when speaking of mindless love
The rope that ties itself around my bones
