moot sonnet.....

vacuous psyche
til' i first scrutinized
the glimpse of your grin
an addiction.
frantic,phrenetic
i am,but aint a belle
nor a sibyl.
a lad like you
wont trap in my insanity,
your words could take me
to empyrean, a place
of impossility.
bloody dreaming of love
yet,dreams dont come true.