Let me muse you with my wisdom of which i have not
let me confuse you with my dismal portray of thought
when sour met the hour of which they have bought
and kissed the sweet darlings for he bear the honor not
i think sadness pervades on those who think the opposite fought
and persevere those who kissed the feet and forgot
scarcely are those who puff away the night
and forget that they try caused them so much fraught
for i sit alone and construct illusions of tire and might
i wish you understood my meaning and so do i
by gones be by gones my efforts now contrite
but sweet things bid sweet things and i wish you a good night.
Sep 29, 2019
Sep 29, 2019 at 12:33 AM UTC
Let me muse you with my wisdom of which i have not
let me confuse you with my dismal portray of thought
when sour met the hour of which they have bought
and kissed the sweet darlings for he bear the honor not
i think sadness pervades on those who think the opposite fought
and persevere those who kissed the feet and forgot
scarcely are those who puff away the night
and forget that they try caused them so much fraught
for i sit alone and construct illusions of tire and might
i wish you understood my meaning and so do i
by gones be by gones my efforts now contrite
but sweet things bid sweet things and i wish you a good night.
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