Like a puzzle, a poem, a heart's surprise Where words are the pieces, and feelings the prize
But alas, my heart's a jumbled mess
A symphony of emotions, a cacophony of stress
I yearn for order, for structure, for a flow But like a mad artist, I paint with abandon, don't you know
For in the chaos, beauty may still be found
But for now, my sonnet's a jumbled, crazy town
Where words are the bricks, and feelings the foundation
Where every line's a thread, and every verse a stone
That's where I reside, in this sonnet's madhouseประก
Where the muse is a mystery, and the words are a jumble
Where the rhythm's a riot, and the rhyme's a stumble
But that's where the magic happens, in this poetic fumble
Where the heart's a heavy burden, and the words are a jumble
And I'm the poet, lost in this sonnet's mad scramble