Sorry
Please forgive my
whimsical fantays
my childish hopes and dreams
dumb me..
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Sorry
Please forgive my
whimsical fantays
my childish hopes and dreams
dumb me..
dumb me
for fantasy?
no. to hope is alright
so long as the play is the thing
flirt on!
flirt on
you stupid boy
Another has my heart
Can't you see how pointless this is
so blind....
So blind
That you can't see
What's glued onto your nose.
You maybe need a higher dose
Of mind...
of mind
heart, soul and spirit
you are my everything
forever and for always yours
my love
my love
she's a road map
bound in spiral tattoos
of places we have never been
a trip
a trip.
I ask, "to where?"
To a place worth going.
somewhere deep inside where we find:
ourselves.
our selves
we are many
more faces than the moon
behooved, bemused, bothered, but blessed
Legion.
Legion
Of tree and grass,
Bound to be a couple.
One taut and the other supple
Surpass...
surpass...
thought becomes love
one embraces other
as they live past all they thought
likely.
likely
twitterpated
teen trysts under umber
summer suns may burn low into
the night
The night
She waved goodbye.
Thus bound to be, but why?
My stalwart, fierce and one ally,
Thus died...
Sorry:
A simple word,
That can be spoken in
Falsehood or in genuineness.
Which one?
Which one?
Behind each door
rests either the lady
or the tiger. The choice is made
out comes- !
outcomes
predetermined
we wheel toward our end
pretending that we don't notice
what comes