It\’s best in secret, these cries that I steal
A mouth full of sweet having skipped the meal
Now lifeless darling it is my sorrow\’s requiem
Standing here in my memory
You can smell the gross, it aches the air
broken look on my face and in this stare
what do I need to do, to remove the pain
to remove the filth and wash out the stain
La, la la, melodies whispered to you
With what does this have to do
Me, no no, I don\’t see how
Simply inspired to write it out
For if I swell full of rains drink
My thoughts would make you think
I have no boundaries, nothing to hold me after
That\’s why I sit sobbing while mad in laughter
La, la la, melodies whispered to you
With what does this have to do
Me, no no, I don\’t see how
Simply inspired to write it out
How far can a poet go, métier of human dumbness
My head in the heavens suffered a romantic numbness
Succumb this lightings strike
To run this boy to fright
Despite the pen and ink
To write again and think
How far can a poet go
How far must he travel hard
How far must a poet roam
‘till he finds a partners arm
Whistle my lovely and prim the rose petal
I assemble my wait untill the dust settle
Kick gravel and count the leaves of autumn
Watching the sand settle to the bottom
These veins bleed pushed hard by the swing
The fashions by which this lonely heart beat
I am standing to front, facing the west wind
I anticipate the courtly moment to blend
Our love, our love, our love my fancy
For it will be by that alone we\’re dancing
La, la la, melodies whispered to you
With what does this have to do
Me, no no, I don\’t see how
But who else could it be about
Fancy me
MYSELF©

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