Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Nothing to write

I've nothing to write
Such a serious plight
Spent the evening with you
You're a beautiful sight

The things that we do
A tangled untruth
We forget all our luster
Then tarnish our youth

A brain to fluster
A heart to muster
A sentence unsaid
And a soul lackluster

The night has fled
You should slap me in the head
I'm a terrible poet
I'm going to bed


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