[A_Perfect_Sonnet]

W3rd

Black Tie

Let's make a formal engagement out of this.
We can dress up, pretend we dont have problems.
I'll bring the sob stories if you bring the wine,
And feed you heartbreak over dinner for two.
It's not that I'm a glutton for my sorrow,
I just bury the past under empty plates.

A toast to memories I used to dwell on.
Raise your glass and thrive on my inhibitions.
And I'm getting fresh as my breath turns sour,
You can hate me cause I'm such a loving drunk.

You have an appetite for tuxedos stained black and white,
And while I'm still speaking easy, do me a little favor?

Knock me out and trace my outline onto the ground,
Make me look like I'm something special,
Not just another marble statue in the crowd.
So when morning comes,
And I'm all undone,
I can feel original.
Maybe this migraine and my hangover will cancel eachother out?