"elenore" poems
It was nearly over in the cold dark October;
And each separate modified driving leaving us begging for more.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—as I sank in sorrow
These dirt driving devils, so hard to catch the win we might as well call it Elenore
For the season of speed and chasing the lead was over, we had lost Elenore—
Trophyless here begging for more
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC
Too many people live life unknowing
The love they have is never showing
So many walk blindly on and on
Never knowing what’s going on
I might take a bow for nevermore
Raven in the sitting room that cries for Elenore
Cliche refrences sing songs so sweet
Like sirens who entrap the weak
I’m alone in a crowded room
Scared breaths making me swoon
Falling hard to an unforgiving ground
Failing falling
Down
Down
Down
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 12:54 AM UTC