No combination of perfectly sought out words could ever come close to comparison of the poetry your eyes speak to mine with only one unsubdivided glance.
I now understand what they mean by "your my favorite book."
Only, your not a book. Your a flowing scatter brained poetry piece.
From where I'm standing, I don't think I'll ever reach the end.
maybe their is no end.
Interminable depth in the drowning midnight blues.
Quite frankly, I could continue, without fail; reading my favorite poetry piece incessantly.
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 3:53 PM UTC
No combination of perfectly sought out words could ever come close to comparison of the poetry your eyes speak to mine with only one unsubdivided glance.
I now understand what they mean by "your my favorite book."
Only, your not a book. Your a flowing scatter brained poetry piece.
From where I'm standing, I don't think I'll ever reach the end.
maybe their is no end.
Interminable depth in the drowning midnight blues.
Quite frankly, I could continue, without fail; reading my favorite poetry piece incessantly.