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I thought to write of you, But you are inexpressible. I thought to write to you, But I am a habitual liar And I cannot be sure My words would go without A little extra sculpting On their way to the keyboard. So I have written an apology. I will always be a little too Undiluted. Strong coffee, maybe Is a flattering comparison But really it can be So much like skunk spray. Point is, I go too far Often. (Constantly.) When I am listing your virtues And mooning on your beauty This is a pardonable sin But then... Pendulums must return. And so for the nights I have cried For no reason, or worse: For stupid reasons, I apologize. Doubtless you will be hushing me We all have our faults And though not faultless I am Beautiful in your eyes. But still I must apologize. I do not know if I can tame myself, Or if I could, How much melancholy Would drag happiness with it. I am afraid to try and see. Balance is what I need to be Calm, but passion breeds The strongest beauty - And if I am not unhappy, Can I still be mad with joy? I do not know, and I'm sorry, But I cannot say I wish to see.
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Apr 3, 2012
Apr 3, 2012 at 10:11 PM UTC
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I thought to write of you, But you are inexpressible. I thought to write to you, But I am a habitual liar And I cannot be sure My words would go without A little extra sculpting On their way to the keyboard. So I have written an apology. I will always be a little too Undiluted. Strong coffee, maybe Is a flattering comparison But really it can be So much like skunk spray. Point is, I go too far Often. (Constantly.) When I am listing your virtues And mooning on your beauty This is a pardonable sin But then... Pendulums must return. And so for the nights I have cried For no reason, or worse: For stupid reasons, I apologize. Doubtless you will be hushing me We all have our faults And though not faultless I am Beautiful in your eyes. But still I must apologize. I do not know if I can tame myself, Or if I could, How much melancholy Would drag happiness with it. I am afraid to try and see. Balance is what I need to be Calm, but passion breeds The strongest beauty - And if I am not unhappy, Can I still be mad with joy? I do not know, and I'm sorry, But I cannot say I wish to see.
This is passable, but could use some tweaking.
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sleepy-sigh
26/American
Apr 3, 2012
Apr 3, 2012 at 10:11 PM UTC
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