Sunday, February 4, 2018

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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