She’s just so tantalizing!
Let’s stop with articulate thoughts and “poetic grace”.
let me speak like a fool caught in the throes of infatuation,
she speaks sentences that can dismantle reality.
jitters overcome me, wanting to be back
under the summer circus sky with her.
Hell, she can make the sky appear as if it’s revitalized,
no man contains the power to describe her identity.
Even Shakespeare would throw his pen
in frustration of her enigma.
I’m a fool, yes a well read buffoon,
she inflames my being, but dims my tongue,
coherent words are nonexistent when she’s present.
The thought of her brings me a grin and grim thoughts
It reminds me of my impermanence
Knowing one day, she’ll realize her error
And take her perfection elsewhere,
Leaving my sky grey
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC
She’s just so tantalizing!
Let’s stop with articulate thoughts and “poetic grace”.
let me speak like a fool caught in the throes of infatuation,
she speaks sentences that can dismantle reality.
jitters overcome me, wanting to be back
under the summer circus sky with her.
Hell, she can make the sky appear as if it’s revitalized,
no man contains the power to describe her identity.
Even Shakespeare would throw his pen
in frustration of her enigma.
I’m a fool, yes a well read buffoon,
she inflames my being, but dims my tongue,
coherent words are nonexistent when she’s present.
The thought of her brings me a grin and grim thoughts
It reminds me of my impermanence
Knowing one day, she’ll realize her error
And take her perfection elsewhere,
Leaving my sky grey