#perfectsonnet

And left there to sleep Left there to dream of their happiness.

brighteyes

Saying everything you have ever seen was just a mirror And you've spent your whole life sweating in an endless fever And now you are laying ina bathtum full of freezing water Wishing you were a ghost But once you knew a girl and you named her lover And danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summer But autumn came, she disappeared You don't remember where she said she was going to  But you know that she is gone because she left you a song That you don't want to sing We're singing I believe that lovers should be chained together And thrown into a fire with their songs and letters And left there to burn in their arrogance But as for me I'm coming to my final failure I've killed myself with changes trying to make it better But I still ended up becoming something other than what I had planned to be Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers And laid entwined together on a bed of clover And left there to sleep Left there to dream of their happiness

But I guess I'll have to settle for a few brief moments, And watch it all dissolve into a single second, And try to write it down into a perfect sonnet, Or one foolish line