That Every Tongue Says Beauty Should Look So

Shakespeare, sonnet 127

One word after another panic followed by attack
Smack followed by down high followed by five
Slang followed by profane followed by smug

One injury after another one voice over
Followed by a tracking shot of a girl riding a bike
Followed by a close up of someone’s arm in a cast

One worn out moment followed by a lightning strike
Followed by the man learning how to skate
And the woman about to wreck her car

One river flowing into another one campsite
Abandoned after another one sweet breath
Followed by a something hiding under the bed

One word after another bad followed by luck
No followed by doubt help followed by me