This is what i call an atypical sonnet
For all who worry and for all who fear
Be willing to read this you know you want it
Just open your heart and let your mind clear
The world is a pretty f***ed up place
With dying and hate out for every race

Yet when she is happy she closes her mind
and when he is fine he closes his eyes
And they both seem to leave the problems behind
But what they have is just the problems in disguise
They refuse to know of the hate and the suffer
But the answer to the problem is what they could discover

So she opens her mind and he opens his eyes
And they dry up the puddles of the world's mournful cries.