It\\’s best in secret, these cries that I steal
\nA mouth full of sweet having skipped the meal
\nNow lifeless darling it is my sorrow\\’s requiem
\nStanding here in my memory
\nYou can smell the gross, it aches the air
\nbroken look on my face and in this stare
\nwhat do I need to do, to remove the pain
\nto remove the filth and wash out the stain
\nLa, la la, melodies whispered to you
\nWith what does this have to do
\nMe, no no, I don\\’t see how
\nSimply inspired to write it out
\nFor if I swell full of rains drink
\nMy thoughts would make you think
\nI have no boundaries, nothing to hold me after
\nThat\\’s why I sit sobbing while mad in laughter
\nLa, la la, melodies whispered to you
\nWith what does this have to do
\nMe, no no, I don\\’t see how
\nSimply inspired to write it out
\nHow far can a poet go, m\u00c3\u00a9tier of human dumbness
\nMy head in the heavens suffered a romantic numbness
\nSuccumb this lightings strike
\nTo run this boy to fright
\nDespite the pen and ink
\nTo write again and think
\nHow far can a poet go
\nHow far must he travel hard
\nHow far must a poet roam
\n\u00e2\u20ac\u02dctill he finds a partners arm
\nWhistle my lovely and prim the rose petal
\nI assemble my wait untill the dust settle
\nKick gravel and count the leaves of autumn
\nWatching the sand settle to the bottom
\nThese veins bleed pushed hard by the swing
\nThe fashions by which this lonely heart beat
\nI am standing to front, facing the west wind
\nI anticipate the courtly moment to blend
\nOur love, our love, our love my fancy
\nFor it will be by that alone we\\’re dancing
\nLa, la la, melodies whispered to you
\nWith what does this have to do
\nMe, no no, I don\\’t see how
\nBut who else could it be about
\nFancy me
\nMYSELF\u00c2\u00a9<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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