Oh Ophelia,
My Sweet, Ophelia
She who tastes like huckleberries
and smells like wild cherries.
Oh Ophelia,
My Sweet, Ophelia
She who loves to bathe in the lagoon
and dry in the mid sun afternoon.
Oh Ophelia
My Sweet, Ophelia
She who could not bear her fathers death
and took her last breath.
Oh Ophelia
My Sweet Ophelia
She who drowned in her lagoon
and the earth shall never hear her tune.
Oh Ophelia
My Sweet Ophelia
She who loved deep
and now she is asleep.
Oh Ophelia
My Tragic, Ophelia.
She who is incapable of her own distress
and I, must confess.
Oh Ophelia
You, are Tragedy.
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 7:48 PM UTC
Oh Ophelia,
My Sweet, Ophelia
She who tastes like huckleberries
and smells like wild cherries.
Oh Ophelia,
My Sweet, Ophelia
She who loves to bathe in the lagoon
and dry in the mid sun afternoon.
Oh Ophelia
My Sweet, Ophelia
She who could not bear her fathers death
and took her last breath.
Oh Ophelia
My Sweet Ophelia
She who drowned in her lagoon
and the earth shall never hear her tune.
Oh Ophelia
My Sweet Ophelia
She who loved deep
and now she is asleep.
Oh Ophelia
My Tragic, Ophelia.
She who is incapable of her own distress
and I, must confess.
Oh Ophelia
You, are Tragedy.
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