when did i last spend a good time?
a second, a minute, an hour, a day
one undiluted, unmixed, pure, and raw,
a good time, truly good, without a flaw.
was it those moments of ******** height
when sans one sense, all else was dark night
or the time spent brief in her warm embrace
seeking her moons reading map on her face
it could be the while when a gust of joy
made this heart shine like a boy
a flashing streak of event that lit up the soul
from pieces of fragments revealed the whole
getting from a girl her kiss of innocence
drench with her in first summer rains
reaching a heaven from far firmament
by a smile from the boy a dime i lent
turning that page of a now lost time
when this mind first chanced upon a rhyme
they rush like tide set me to brood
from the budding child to the aging manhood
where in the memory now thick with grime
lies hidden the passing of the last good time!
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 2:00 PM UTC
when did i last spend a good time?
a second, a minute, an hour, a day
one undiluted, unmixed, pure, and raw,
a good time, truly good, without a flaw.
was it those moments of ******** height
when sans one sense, all else was dark night
or the time spent brief in her warm embrace
seeking her moons reading map on her face
it could be the while when a gust of joy
made this heart shine like a boy
a flashing streak of event that lit up the soul
from pieces of fragments revealed the whole
getting from a girl her kiss of innocence
drench with her in first summer rains
reaching a heaven from far firmament
by a smile from the boy a dime i lent
turning that page of a now lost time
when this mind first chanced upon a rhyme
they rush like tide set me to brood
from the budding child to the aging manhood
where in the memory now thick with grime
lies hidden the passing of the last good time!
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