19 November 2012
Wanna write you a sonnet but I don't know where to start Too used to laughing at the things in my heart Every time I try I just doodle off the page I just annoy myself with a jealous fit of rage
The pen sits in my hand but I'm afraid that's all I've got I really do not know if you'd accept this love or not I finally find the nerve to call you on the phone I let it ring twice then decide you're not alone
I know what I should do and I know just what to say Words stick in my throat it's the same thing every day I don't want anything else you're the only thing I'd need But finding the right words is the hardest thing indeed
Last of all I'm sorry because you never asked for this I can see I'm not your type and my shots will always miss...
Inspired by and with 4 lines from 'Does Everyone Stare' by The Police
sonnet? • Opuss № I