I acquit the rest
At my request
Only I, attest,
That my betrothed,
no longer within
My influence; behest
As I scout for a safe, I arrest
The ideas that keep floating
That I detest
Once the best
And never the best
Once best goes
You're part of the rest
There is nothing left
I thought I'd know
That once fire blows
You're as good as snow
Go, go.
You'd rather poke
Me with needles
Than garnish a sew
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 2:21 AM UTC
I acquit the rest
At my request
Only I, attest,
That my betrothed,
no longer within
My influence; behest
As I scout for a safe, I arrest
The ideas that keep floating
That I detest
Once the best
And never the best
Once best goes
You're part of the rest
There is nothing left
I thought I'd know
That once fire blows
You're as good as snow
Go, go.
You'd rather poke
Me with needles
Than garnish a sew
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