21-year-old sensibilities
If it only came with sense.
Like that novel you may have read
in high school
You know the one:
Pride and Prejudice
Is this making any sense, yet?
Good, I hope not
My goal, in reality
is not to short change you,
the reader
I know you're there.
I could lie of blissful ignorance
Like cows in pasture
Chewing grass
and filling my own stomach(s)
Water reflections
Tasty confections
In the form of words
or embodiment in the soul
I could eat you up.
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 7:46 AM UTC
21-year-old sensibilities
If it only came with sense.
Like that novel you may have read
in high school
You know the one:
Pride and Prejudice
Is this making any sense, yet?
Good, I hope not
My goal, in reality
is not to short change you,
the reader
I know you're there.
I could lie of blissful ignorance
Like cows in pasture
Chewing grass
and filling my own stomach(s)
Water reflections
Tasty confections
In the form of words
or embodiment in the soul
I could eat you up.
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