It's Pixels In My Wishful Thoughts. (drowning sonnet I just wrote rn)

Her cradle eyes, they’ll let me cry

and fall below her lightning smirk.

Electricity words revive

a franken-heart I thought was cursed.

The thunder cheers. She disappears

as fast as summer lightning in the rain.

I write alone. No angels read.

She’s only pixels in my wishful thoughts.

It’s pixels in my wishful thoughts.

Engaged to dread, I’m powerless,

asking rain to send me a Love that’ll shock.

My dream’s the sole recipient

She’s only pixels in my wishful thoughts.

It’s pixels in my wishful thoughts.