Holding long to longing,
longing, holed to holding,
I ode my tale for bold forboding.
Swiftly shores sung,
ripping, reaping, revealing
I stopped just short of saint-like stealing.
Madly minutes mumbled,
syllables stuck, syrup
My thoughts no longer mine to stir up.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 3:51 PM UTC
Holding long to longing,
longing, holed to holding,
I ode my tale for bold forboding.
Swiftly shores sung,
ripping, reaping, revealing
I stopped just short of saint-like stealing.
Madly minutes mumbled,
syllables stuck, syrup
My thoughts no longer mine to stir up.
