Color me confused,
As one most often will do,
To strike a note with a concordance of thieves.
Away, away sweet thoughts on paper,
Melodrama and cherishment be thine.
Add a dash of insecurity
And away all conscious thought processes go.
A tongue-tied shade of green, you always seem to put me.
Playing without knowledge, with my thoughts and mind.
Deep within the castle walls, a creature stands listless,
With eyes of hazel and face chiseled in anguish and confusion.
To say that a man is a man is but one side of an ever-evolving equation,
And I can’t help but feel at loss.
For what should be with great elation to be near, all I feel is lost
With emotions in a tizzy,
To keep my mind busy,
One must try almost too hard.
So take what I say,
Writ it okay,
And pay no attention to my advances.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 12:28 PM UTC
Color me confused,
As one most often will do,
To strike a note with a concordance of thieves.
Away, away sweet thoughts on paper,
Melodrama and cherishment be thine.
Add a dash of insecurity
And away all conscious thought processes go.
A tongue-tied shade of green, you always seem to put me.
Playing without knowledge, with my thoughts and mind.
Deep within the castle walls, a creature stands listless,
With eyes of hazel and face chiseled in anguish and confusion.
To say that a man is a man is but one side of an ever-evolving equation,
And I can’t help but feel at loss.
For what should be with great elation to be near, all I feel is lost
With emotions in a tizzy,
To keep my mind busy,
One must try almost too hard.
So take what I say,
Writ it okay,
And pay no attention to my advances.
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My poetry's pretty dark, right now; this was something lighter.
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