3/2/13
If all my words
Faded to memory
Before even
One set of eyes could take them in
Would I still
Be a
Poet?
And if I were the saddest poet
Of all,
Allowing my tears
To scratch out some form of eloquence
Would you still
Let me make you
The subject of these lines?
Faded to memory
Before even
One set of eyes could take them in
Would I still
Be a
Poet?
And if I were the saddest poet
Of all,
Allowing my tears
To scratch out some form of eloquence
Would you still
Let me make you
The subject of these lines?