Oh, the moon should be cautious of
The moon should always glance to k
If i am still here, dressed or nak
With all of my conscious sins and
Witnesses; my eyes could blindly e

I do not blend in with crowds
but with might i could desperately
In a pub filled with crowds; this
and in a rave filled with parks; t
but in an open space with one and

It is just another dreary poem
Her heart will forever endure and
As he felt no human rage or human
Felt no anger, love and care in hi
In silence he slumbered in his dee

A fool i was to rest on beauty,
To lean my back on gratitude,
On just a sight and nothing but
Just a sight of what i cannot
Do nothing but please.

Merely is the bread, wine and thy
Thou countenance, thou eyes and th
It works in harmony its thou sense
The weariness is the achievement m
Its the effort of thou pain all be

I have walked with people
Who are well pamperd
And well spoken enough to be
Their own god.

A full moon had shown tonight
And its a dynamic of her own beaut
Her own smile and her own personal
What addition could tears bear whe
Feelings are idle and uncomprehend

There are sweetness in his blazing
Admiration of kind mind that winds
So, why halt? when the symphony
Of grasp still commence,
I can see the shadow line of where

I have spread the sheet to my bed
Now that there is no more experien
Now there is no more poetry, and n
There is nothing new to write abou
Under the sun or far away from bey

Nothing is worth writing About
until something Is worth reading a