An iceberg's tip, it's only just you
omitting this a piece of the poem
bibliophiles will farcically fly
sit I down falteringly near them I.
"going to fly near to the stars am I
yes, you will travel there with me; will you?
I will tie the stars, my scars, to my heart
I will let mine own crazy wants to set.
you, I need you to go with me, will you?
give it all, I will, just to go with you.
tonight is it, I go to stay, will I?
boon you be, if so, go with me tonight.
might I have it, my dance from you madam?"
a great weight, me. "long wait for me, for thee."
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poems
Randompoems by me. Try not to judge too harshly some of these were made at 13-14 years old. The new-ish ones start at "scars inside" so, um... enjoy?
