the twinkle in the eyes of pretty women on my walk
to class talk to me in screams as they gleam
in the shining
Sun reflecting climbing home to
the dome of not-so-old poets with a deep longing
but will never show it for fear of convention
though that's pretty cynical because who gives a **** about it
anyway
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 12:36 AM UTC
the twinkle in the eyes of pretty women on my walk
to class talk to me in screams as they gleam
in the shining
Sun reflecting climbing home to
the dome of not-so-old poets with a deep longing
but will never show it for fear of convention
though that's pretty cynical because who gives a **** about it
anyway
classical cynicism not that new-age ********
