If Shakespeare was emo, this is how his sonnets would look.
|Can't you see you're not near enough like me?
You humor me, calling me out to play
When I know what happened under that tree.
No. I will not come out to play today.
Livin' in day dream lies is how I was
Now that I am free of such silly dreams
I can see loving is as loving does
For all love does is rip verity's seams
Pull my strings a little harder, my love
For I'm such a dusty marionette.
Soon, into the corner, me, you will shove.
Giving you my strings is what I regret.
You are what you love, not what loves you back.
Too bad someone to love, is what you lack.