(This one is a rough draft for a song, obviously it's not finished)
“It's a pleasure to meet you”
“Surely it can't be you!”
“I'm sure I don't know what you mean”
“The Schuyler sisters, which is the you've seen?”
“Angelica. I have left Elizabeth for you, that is if she allows you”
“I think I do”
Poison
Sweet, sour poison Drip, Drip, dripping down my skin
That look, a sin
Poison
One look across me and I am done
Poison
I've come undone
Oh God what have I done?
I've gone and tumbled into the sun
I'll only get bruised
Tumbling into love only leaves you used
“It's a miracle to finally meet”
“And I’m happy to see Aurora had a life outside of us”
“I just never thought this day was to arrive”
“As we thought you never would either”
You Laugh like you hold the sun
Your voices sweeter than anything ever sung
Do you hold the stars?
Do you get that confidence from seeing bars?
Do you know the secrets we all hide?
Do you know why I stand to the side?
I gotta know
Where did all my restraint go?
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Poetry Attempts
ПоэзияA small collection of the excuses I call poetry. I'm not a poet but if you need a light read, here you go
