Not that he was incapable of inditin',
'Twas the words that caved in,
Squeeze us out you dare, they said,
tears will consort, caper, abet.
Despite, he let the ink strew,
right alongside the beads of rue,
Bedecking with guilt, the Chartaceous world,
But, lo, the bespangled had the words engulfed.
Held with despair the paper of riot,
He dropped the quill and quit the fight,
Words go lost how I write about you
Tears rush forth and blight the milieu.
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 6:02 AM UTC
Not that he was incapable of inditin',
'Twas the words that caved in,
Squeeze us out you dare, they said,
tears will consort, caper, abet.
Despite, he let the ink strew,
right alongside the beads of rue,
Bedecking with guilt, the Chartaceous world,
But, lo, the bespangled had the words engulfed.
Held with despair the paper of riot,
He dropped the quill and quit the fight,
Words go lost how I write about you
Tears rush forth and blight the milieu.
