Vanity of A Poet

September 22nd, 2007

  

I who made of you a legend to live by

I who possess a heart so wild to die

I who erect words nude ain't shy

I who fought love into wars cry

I who wrote hundred poems

with quills of tears not ink

you got wet then ran dry

I who celebrate victory

with vanity & pride

long for your lips

so why not call

& even better

why not fly

or drop

by

?

  

 

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