Such things swirl in his mind
Yet, the poet sheathes his pen
Looking outward he shall find
Some words are best left within
A heart of ice and eyes of glass
Offers no forgiveness, but this too shall pass
Nov 25, 2025
Nov 25, 2025 at 12:09 AM UTC
Such things swirl in his mind
Yet, the poet sheathes his pen
Looking outward he shall find
Some words are best left within
A heart of ice and eyes of glass
Offers no forgiveness, but this too shall pass
Sometimes we harbor unlovely desires
Disdain, wrath and building fires
A soul so heated becomes unclean
And become they whom we originally seen
So let not unlovely words sour your mind
There are far more beautiful ones to find