I know not what drives my passion
Nor what feeds my mind
I cannot but be besotted
By words of any kind.
I have searched the corners of my heart
From the deep south to the frozen north.
I can draw no definite conclusions
As the prose just utters forth.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC
I know not what drives my passion
Nor what feeds my mind
I cannot but be besotted
By words of any kind.
I have searched the corners of my heart
From the deep south to the frozen north.
I can draw no definite conclusions
As the prose just utters forth.
