Temper’d it be not
Whence enlit
In chanced relax
Thine ill hast been spot
Though stomach’d taut encrypt
Ruddy to ash’d lust
Doest thou happen in bear
Reverie lest expect revile
To such muttled blacken crust
Swathed in hollow’d prayer
Erefore phantoms a mere of now
Accolades invest thy self
Wan naught be but the echo
Of gnarl’d version of sal-arou
Dust’d only upon the shelf
Lack the shine galvanized
To which knight’s assign
Prithee liken whence no more
To whom doest thy sized
Nigh to the ne’er kine
Tagged: disappointment, disillusionment, personal, poetry, poetry picnic
your words appear haunting and powwerful to me.
keep it up.
have a fun valentine’s day.
Thank you and I hope you have a wonderful Valentine’s day as well!
powerful motions in your words.
strong imagery.
Thank you kindly!