Inspired after reading a few hundred pages of Keats.
Sounds like a cello so sugary
And screeching in sweetly abuse
Voices raking my mind accross the ground
Forcing my head to turn to un-holdable
Beauty that once existed but is now in the ground
Lovely eyes and skin pale and red
Prettiness overflowing the well of my mind
And I feel my body heat up turning red
Hold me and touch my hand with your fingertips
Causing my mind to go nicely blank
I will take all your words and hold them
Thought is subsiding thank you my beautiful
My muse of sweet plainness
You need not give me thought so lustful
Poetry by David Monfort
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Written on 2008-09-15 at 23:09
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John Keats
Instruments hung up to never be usedSounds like a cello so sugary
And screeching in sweetly abuse
Voices raking my mind accross the ground
Forcing my head to turn to un-holdable
Beauty that once existed but is now in the ground
Lovely eyes and skin pale and red
Prettiness overflowing the well of my mind
And I feel my body heat up turning red
Hold me and touch my hand with your fingertips
Causing my mind to go nicely blank
I will take all your words and hold them
Thought is subsiding thank you my beautiful
My muse of sweet plainness
You need not give me thought so lustful
Poetry by David Monfort
Read 281 times
Written on 2008-09-15 at 23:09
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