Share me your inspiration, Dare i steal that influence of the mind That which perspire and divide my attention. So please make me excuse to make your teArs The pain of all the yeArs. I will borrow the past To know, Why Odysseus were given a choice of life beyond regret. Advertisements
Smother me your legs, Love me with your arms, Yet your mind is a host That never lets me roasts. Yet your love is never done With a fork that knives Can truly separate what love from And make do of thing’s said and done.