O' captain
my captain
With Black hair
Darker then the night air
Those blue green eyes
And the way she sighs
And that wonderful stare
Interrupted by that crooked smile
All the hours I've wasted
with her was worth the while
A sweeter love I've never tasted
She is the definition
Of perfection
And no matter of repetition
Gives her beauty justification.
And even tho she is full of gentrification
Towards herself
I still use my articulation
To show she's full of wealth.
Not monetary
More like a visionary
Or a muse
Her love I could never abuse
She's the Sunny days and never the blue
And if I had to no other I would ever choose
So she knows it's true
When I say I love you.
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Poems of the strange
PoetryA collection of poems that hit on the subjects of despair loneliness and isolation as well as multiple personality Please as always with all of my works keep an open mind and if this one isn't for you it isn't for you. Mmfwcl hope you enjoy :)
