Pop Sonnet #6030

That will catch me up a bit
And lean toward the more
That comforting will have the skit
All tired and forlorn

Which really seems to run ahead
Before the gate was hard
And looked into the one that said
I want to be your guard

That offered me a painful list
That I could now portray
Lead me into things that risked
The level you must weigh

That comes about when all of us give
Which means it would be better to live

Pop Sonnet #6031

How is it a concept of the project
To fill a demonstration with keys
And live a life of what is perfect
And seems to drag upon the squeeze

Where I was made to look ahead
And see the lips that touch coals
That we could make our eyes turn red
And leaves us now for goals

That make a potent lapse of taste
The way to take the course
Is to head into the paste
And look around for sources

That brought about an echo rare
Impetus will make us stare

Pop Sonnet #6032

In the only cavalry they made
That was about to burst
From the ideals that have paid
And to what more cursed

And if I will read your list
I happened to design them
What you take is what is missed
And processed when you grind them

And only you could tag along
With proper shelves in place
What can catch us up too strong
That was a nervous case

That ready when she felt the tear
And really know that you do care

Pop Sonnet #6033

And I was tearing into the smokes
That waited for the final line
Unless the proper scene was broke
And left you in the pine

And when you tear a flimsy circuit
The opening will sample
What is in the only perfect
Use your own example

And whatever comes across as thick
The average would not waste
And lean onto a bridge of quick
The further that she cased

The present situation was about to blow over fine
Could you ever take on feelings known to be the line

Pop Sonnet #6034

And I was figuring out how to play
With surfaces so lingering
And was an image in the way
Which kept me up and fingering

The chat I had about the task
Is knowing where to give
And watching us upon the flask
Was here to make us live

And that is why I had to close
The package was released
And that is how I had to show
The sympathy without a cease

That kept me flowing passed the point ahead
Where I knew I would someday be read

Pop Sonnet #6035

And already I am noticing the more it references
The card will be a blowing rain
And what is all the differences
In case you invite plain

And well for me to figure out the look
When you were right in front of the box
That was a mile stretched out book
That came to get the locks

Which danced around in tumbling pattern
Like the song would say
Unless the opening of Saturn
Reveals the line you pray

And if I already had the most
I would be another separate ghost

Pop Sonnet #6036

If I can blaze through a forging spot
That will keep me into the bake
That was really the one to spot
A reason for the lake

That was appearing in other places now
I hope you see it relive the day
When everyone wants someone to allow
The courage that will stay

And if you ever needed a memory lapse
Which I was praying to know
If someone else is there perhaps
Would you allow the glow

To be already in my eyes
Once in awhile to my surprise

Pop Sonnet #6037

And that is where it takes me
To a prophecy in dreams
That would align with the plea
And you force it like it seems

That would be all administered around
The oval mistress fell upon
The train that left the pound
Already feeling gone

That was about to see as though
There was a way to catch
The things I would like to see blow
Was here unless the hatch

Was exploding open rapid fire
The best I can to is be a wire

Pop Sonnet #6038

Or rather a wireless component
That will look into the plans
That were all about the potent
Running back to see the cans

That were dancing like the freedom
That had inspired a nation clearly
Which leads to my kingdom
Which you will pay for dearly

And strike up a stick where I am stuck
And teach me to go on
Looking for ways to use my luck
When once in awhile strong

The images I see of you were changing on the appearance
Which is why I really have not made much sense

Pop Sonnet #6039

And now I have the lookout
For a pleasing spot in front
The wearing of the big doubt
And the scope of what I want

Is about to be generated and processed
Where the coin will take the turn
For a fear that came about stressed
Whatever you have learned

And that is the conundrum with
A certain smoke of blanks
That came into the Earth myth
Like times that have been thanks

The most I ever knew about the thing that you were saying
Is the episode in which I learned to be obeying