Don't you know, O' don't you know
That you too are a target of rapture?
The death of a salesman
The ascendance of an actor;
Don't you know, O' don't you know
That poets are liars but not all?
Fresh like the receipts from purchased typwriters
but no whole inside holes
(That's how you can tell)
Don't you know, O' don't you know
That we have excavated them ourselves?
Crop fields are stories.
Young flower I am, perpetual from the
rims of my thumbs as to the billions
of pieces which formulates my skin
My love within.When the blood itself turns
dormant.I'll never go without.
Don't you know, O' don't you know
Don't you know, O' don't you know
(Self viewed)
That even I wanted my hate for things
To ruin so I could walk with orange
Stars illustrious to my spirit.
Friend let no wolf stop your heart from pouring, or else no beautiful landmark
will greet you in tranquility
Don't you know, O' don't you know
I have declined on others quickly?
Don't you know, O' don't you know
That you can surely share your gallon of faith. |
Submission Name: Fly Shawtee Penelope
