Thoughts and Poems are the Same Thing

Sophia's Sonnet

Staring out of crystal blue eyes

that seem to never have cried

parts lips, twirls hair, sighs

they don't know that Sophia lied

Her blonde, perfect image 

white, perfect smile

sweet, seductive language

but now they're all on trial

This is the real Sophia

scared, broken, shaken

not the perfect Pangaea

for which she was mistaken 

But aren't we all broken apart continents

with pulling ourselves together the goal, predominant?