Her granny Gaveth her granddaughter coffee in that infant's sippy,
I think granny could of been really cool....
Maby another gypsy hippy?
And granny Gaveth coke to
Wherein this young girl got addicted....

(As the girl Now)hanging out at Starbucks...
As the moon canst even feeleth that caffeine rush ...

She canst thank lovely granny for that...

Tis
Weds
June 24th
Seeketh mine queen
mi amour of mine dreams,
No I do no seeketh her or loveth her out of mine own
Lonesomeness,

If I sought one out of lonesomeness
It shalt not be love!!!!!

But she's mine true amare
I needeth on this chilled wed's night
Because she's once again disappeared
Into the moon's light....

Tis I think
I shalt go to bed
Wherein
I canst dream
Of her
Tonight!!!

Her two scanning perceptions I kept inside mine pocket anytime I want to get a glimpse of heaven!!!

I hadst to let go of mi amare
She didst not belongeth to me
As I must admit...  

She cheated on me with her orbed crescent......

They sayeth Poe's Raven yelled ( Forevermore)
No!!!!
I'm that Raven,

I screamed
                   ( Mi amour')

Just to heareth her dialect
One last time
Wouldst be as if I was drunken
On homemade sweet wine....

The mall
                                  her place to escape
                                         Her room
                                plastered to her taste
                                         Her want's
                                  beast canst not bring
                                         Her poetry
                              Cometh out as angels sing
                                    Her consciousness
                            Filled up by her quarry moon
                          when I telleth her ( I loveth thou)
                     I just want to heareth ( I loveth thou to)


                                  By me- Brandon nagley

             gotta put name now since people copy mine poems lol

She wasn't hatched from some yolkish egg,
I saweth her in a past time at birth
Created by God and Spain...

As the moon queen
Walked into mine abode ( mine life)
I bowed,
Humbly at her presence....

Wilt she still loveth me when tommorrow arrives?
Wilt she giveth all as a holy surprise?
Wilt she still be here tomorrow I hope?
Wilt she push aside her worries and maketh me her float?
Wilt she let me all the way in?
I'm worried
Tis
Over thinking again!!
Wilt she falleth for some wordly baboon?
Wilt she seeith how much this love is true?
Wilt she telleth me again she loveth me to?
Am I just mad??!
Or art there others same way as this going through?
Wilt she calleth next month?
Next year?
Write real love letters by hand?
Meet me on demand?
Maketh love to a band?
Ourn own band of course....
Wilt she keepeth this lit torch?
Or throw it away..
I needeth it now
I'm madly insane,
Wilt she still be here
When the pouring drench cometh on down?
Wilt she not leaveth?
When I get sick?
Or put into earth's ground?
Wilt she?
Noones ever sure
At least not me
Anymore..