"Shall I compare thee to a summers day?"
Not says I, says you, says we
Our bodies locked in symmetry
The river of the body flows out of thy pores
Till off of the casket and under the floors
A late flower wilting shall only consume
The tears of sweet lovers on way to their doom
The hands of the god face are only the numbers
Of passionate moments until a dark slumber
So I'll brisk you away on the wings of a fly
And hold you forever, 'til the day my heart die
thanks for reading it and especially for liking it :)
ReplyDeletei do write a lot its a habit :(
and i like what i've read here so far i'll have to catch up
ps. i clicked butter because i buttered bread today