And I will have to feel it
Everything that does occur
For blessed and yet cursed am I
in spirit
Words make me soft
Thoughts weaken my spine
And coats everything
with gruesome rhymes
One fine day
Where is it?
When is it?
That one mine day
I will be heard by thee to say
"Through days and nights
I was drown in sentiments,
the sentiment of poetry--
But I did savor the taste
the sensation of beauty."
march 16th 1992 15 years old
Saturday, March 20, 2010
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