Post by Lunar Knite on Apr 29, 2010 23:04:56 GMT -5
Poetry is thoughts that breathe,
creep into our souls,
intoxicating our cores,
like the sirens of yore, singing
their sweet, sweet songs
that ensnare us.
Theycan't won't release us,
They've taken hold in our bodies,
our lungs, our blood as we
breathe in and breathe out poetry.
creep into our souls,
intoxicating our cores,
like the sirens of yore, singing
their sweet, sweet songs
that ensnare us.
They
They've taken hold in our bodies,
our lungs, our blood as we
breathe in and breathe out poetry.
