I Like Zebras But Sometimes the Spit At You

THIS IS A sexth foot GRAVE SITUTALTION Velvet fell from the SKY ON a Boston day by the bay Cotton caressed thy lips gentility so that you might sigh While you tried to convince me you and I could beg to fly Suddenly uncertainty and fearfulness drew night but I never knew why Other people opined they were warm yet I was cold I longed to see my arms open wide for you to thusly hold The woman who tutored ancient men how to produce gold No statue crafted of such solemnity to behold To heartbeats beat as one neither ever to cry Hand in hand that old man called us lovebirds flying high And you with gold shimmed with which you vie When you stole the moon and the good from the word goodbye The darkened sky stared right at me And whatever it asked I would caudually comply They orded me far away in case sharpenel shrapnel should fly and I never even fu****g found out why (c) 2011...Phreepoetree ~free cee!~