It just seems to keep getting worse and worse
Everything just crumbling into smaller and smaller pieces
I feel like I've been plagued with a curse
But no, iron out the worries like creases
Because quite honestly, it's more like what she said
How a coin can flip and flip and flip and flip some more
And it shouldn't always land on heads, she said
But it is possible for that to be what you have in store
And she's right
I've internalized that sentiment
I'm the shitty coin that just keeps landing on heads.
You flip the coin.
Heads.
You flip it again.
Heads.
Flip it again.
Heads.
Heads.
Heads.
Heads, heads, heads, it's ALL. HEADS.
I'm begging, begging, begging for tails
Because I don't know how much longer I can follow these trails
I don't know if I want to wait for what the story entails
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Sonnets for Someones
PoetryI've discovered a love for sonnets due to my AP English Literature and Composition class, so I began writing sonnets about people, places, and things. These are a collection of sonnets, as well as generally poetic musings that follow my thoughts.
