Self indulgent whining that doesn't actually require any talent to create, just a fairly decent vocabulary.....actually that kinda sounds like my blog in general (which by the way will resume properly soon.)
I'm not sure I still feel that way, but there is definitely something to be said for poetry hating theory...probably that I'm a bitter cynic who hates romance. Any way....
Lying in bed, I don't want to move
Who was that girl in my dreams
With curly blonde hair and lily white skin
Was her beauty as great as it seemed
We danced in a field of corn covered gold
How I hoped it would never end
But now she's gone for all time, never again
Will I find my beautiful Timotei friend
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