Sonnet II: Defeated, I'm at last between your hands

Defeated, I'm at last between your hands
Where death awaits, I know, cozy and warm,
For there I'll find some peace from my dark storm
And healed thus be, with rage, from life's demands.
 

This life that I know not how still withstands
Misfortune, unless fate has kept my form
To prove that it still can, with deep cuts, swarm
Those souls who seek the lightless, silent lands.
 

The tears I've shed have fallen on the soil
Of harshness, cold disdain and fruitless toil
And bore debacles great and luckless days.
 

Enjoy the pain you've caused, my lady love,
But pause your dark revenge while you're above
Just wait for death to set my heart ablaze...
 


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poetic
rhyming

Brunette they call me

Brunette they call me
Yet I was born fair.
Brunette they call me
Yet I was born fair.
 

From going out when a maiden,
I lost my colour.
From going out when a maiden,
I lost my colour.
 

Brunette I am called
By the king's son.
Brunette I am called
By the king's son.
 

If he calls me again
I will go with him.
If he calls me again
I will go with him.
 

Tell me, maiden,
do you want to come (with me)?
Tell me, maiden,
do you want to come (with me)?
 

My veilings are strong,
I cannot see
My veilings are strong,
I cannot see
 

Brunette they call me
Yet I was born fair.
Brunette they call me
Yet I was born fair.
 

The summer sun
made me like this.
The summer sun
made me like this.
The summer sun
made me like this.
....
 

NPCs

You are that eleven out of ten
To me, no one else is like you
All the other NPCs
And they can't get to you
 

You're that eleven out of ten
No one else is like you to me
All the other NPCs
And they can't get to you
You're that eleven out of ten
No one else is like you to me
All the other NPCs
And they can't get to you
 

Ah, I went a while ago
on a date with that actress in a pub
Actually, I waited the whole time until it was over
To write to you right away, to get in touch with you
And then when I saw you in the stairwell and hugged you and felt you
I knew, without even thinking about it, that you were the one
And that's not even a verse, I'm just saying my thoughts that happen to rhyme, ah, yeah
 

Baby Boo, are you the Citizen's Office?
Or why do I always think about make an application?
To ever replace you, no, that can't work
And I have to realize that like my lawyer files, Aggu
 

You're that eleven out of ten
For me, no one else is like you
All the other NPCs
And they can't get to you
You're this eleven out of ten
No one else is like you to me
All the other NPCs
And they can't get to you
 

Ah, fuck, what was I going to say?
Baby, you left me speechless (wow)
The way you look at me before you kiss me
From the outside I would think how corny that is
But with you, I don't give a shit, I don't have to be cool
I can just be me and you can be you
And I'm fucking a NPC, you and I are on MTV
I'm crazy in love
 

There's nothing better than lying next to you
And listening to great songs together with the window open
And I think if loving you more than anything was a crime
Then I'm a goddamn gangster
 

You're that eleven out of ten
For me, no one else is like you
All the other NPCs
And they can't get to you
You're that eleven out of ten
No one else is like you to me
All the other NPCs
And they can't get to you
 

And they can't get to you, ah
And they can't get to you, ah
And they can't get to you, ah
(And they can't get to you)
And they can't get to you, ah
And they can't get to you, ah
(And they can't get to you)
And they can't get to you,
And they can't get to you, ah
(And they can't get to you)
And they can't get to you
 

In love with a Talahon

Last week's fair was different wild
I was chilling with the chayas at the bumper cars
That's when I recognized a Talahon from afar
With sides at zero and vape in his hand
He's got a thick skin and looks really tough
But he asks every guy if he's got problems
 

I think I've got a crush on a Talahon
With a Louis belt, Gucci cap and Air Max shoes
He shadowboxes and is the coolest of his bros
And the knife in his pocket is definitely not just for sandwiches
 

Between letters from the court, he pulls up banknotes
And treats all his bros to thirst quenchers
The man for life is this one, yes
Cause the first date, bro, was in a shisha-bar
He says he'll buy me the whole world
And he doesn't even need citizen's money
He earns his para safe normal
By “normal” I mean illegal by default
 

He lives dangerously, what do you know?
Not everyone with that style is a Talahon
 

I think I have a crush on a Talahon
With a Louis belt, Gucci cap and Air Max shoes
He shadowboxes and is the coolest of his bros
And the knife in his pocket is definitely not just for sandwiches
 

I'll be honest, I've never had such a crush before
He smells like a whole perfumery
Of all the perfumes, his is the one you smell the most
Because he pours half a bottle of Dior Sauvage on the one
This is the man for life, that's crystal clear
When he gets angry, he's as sweet as baklava
 

I think I have a crush on a Talahon
With a Louis belt, Gucci cap and Air Max shoes
He does shadow boxing and is the coolest of his bros
And the knife in his pocket is definitely not just for sandwiches
 

We'll be heading outside with the cousins shortly after dusk
But first I'll make him another sandwich with the knife