Come nigh my friends
And sound your barbaric yawp!
This world is ripe for the taking.
Speak light and gay.
There's no time for mourning
Or depressed poems in the making.
Heavy hearts find comfort in verse;
Relying on strife for the feel to fit.
But I see too much beauty in the world
And my poems dare to reflect it.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 6:07 PM UTC
Come nigh my friends
And sound your barbaric yawp!
This world is ripe for the taking.
Speak light and gay.
There's no time for mourning
Or depressed poems in the making.
Heavy hearts find comfort in verse;
Relying on strife for the feel to fit.
But I see too much beauty in the world
And my poems dare to reflect it.
