If you were me, probably
would ask me to tell you other things
Different my poetry.
But how
deny The fury of my verses
A flagrant feelings
have you planted on my chest.
Especially given
That my loving prose
who yesterday shun
is sad music
strange that at some point.
Stop pride aside and give yourself
the heat of the chest
That at all times
want refuge in your body.
More anything you want to
But this love yesterday
heart and soul knew
With a passion unmatched.
you have not already read
The verses that I write today
But you will still witness
That love is still alive.
For you who taught me
What a matchless love,
I could not love again,
But I wrote my Bible to forget. Remember
you
That'll be sometime
Swimming in other arms
With the fluidity of a fish,
While you, thinking of yesterday, will miss
go with her kisses taste like honey
clear surface of my skin. Lycett
SCOTT
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