Want Not, Waste Not
Wise voices speak in nods
For wisdom comes easy
To souls unscathed
But punctured as my heart is now
All reason stinks of filth and waste
You see me writhe and waste away
It’s just a phase I hear you say
For nights are strange
That some be shared in passion’s warmth
And some be mute in lonely arms
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2 comments:
I liked the 6, 4, 8 bit.
"For nights are strange
That some be shared in passion’s warmth
And some be mute in lonely arms"
LOVELY!
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