So, yeah.
This would all have been a lot easier
If I didn't have the heart of a
Poet.
But I'll say this: Please love to learn,
So we can have *** with
Semicolons in as suggestive a
********* as they would imply. I know
I lost my innocence to an
Adjective, but didn't we all?
There's no room for jealousy in
Poetry,
We just rhyme and give the rhyme
Time to define, and aline with the
Rhythm to create a devine
Relaxationary artpiece to be consumed
By any reader who would find the
Time to entwine with a sentence
Or line, and use'em to maybe just
Describe the feeling of a hand
On the face of a man as myself, who
Has written so much of the things one
Can touch, that he looks at the world
As a man that a girl
Can tell: *Look at me, and say all
You can see is the face of Eternity.*
I am that man, with a pen in his hand,
And you could say it, but I surely
Know it: My body's a worker's.
My soul is a poet's.
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 8:59 PM UTC
So, yeah.
This would all have been a lot easier
If I didn't have the heart of a
Poet.
But I'll say this: Please love to learn,
So we can have *** with
Semicolons in as suggestive a
********* as they would imply. I know
I lost my innocence to an
Adjective, but didn't we all?
There's no room for jealousy in
Poetry,
We just rhyme and give the rhyme
Time to define, and aline with the
Rhythm to create a devine
Relaxationary artpiece to be consumed
By any reader who would find the
Time to entwine with a sentence
Or line, and use'em to maybe just
Describe the feeling of a hand
On the face of a man as myself, who
Has written so much of the things one
Can touch, that he looks at the world
As a man that a girl
Can tell: *Look at me, and say all
You can see is the face of Eternity.*
I am that man, with a pen in his hand,
And you could say it, but I surely
Know it: My body's a worker's.
My soul is a poet's.
