swan
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I want you so much it physically hurts.
I would do anything for you.
I would go anywhere with you.
Don't you see?
No other woman could please you
Or love you like I can.
But it wont matter.
Our true love began with dedication
Our mutual feelings we do impart
Your love leaves me with a bright sensation
To you I grant this gift: my loving heart
Compassion spreads its wings like a white swan
There once was an egg left all alone,
whose shell was slightly a different tone.
Despite it’s color,
a duck became its mother.
Weeks fluttered by until one day,
babies came out to play.
The clergy plays their swan song
You cry out it's all wrong
No one notices over their song
Leather skin the casket holds
The corpse didn't even get to see twelve years old
One day my body decided to consume itself,
and the cells that once gave me life
will be the very own that destroy it.
I ran to life itself and fell on my knees
pleading
It is elegant as a mute swan,
As rhythmic as the beating of a drum,
That is poetry.
It portrays detailed visions,
The world as seen through the writers eyes,
That is poetry.
It is as long as life,
Not trying to impress,
Only trying to express,
But i digress.
Ingest my ideas
Regress to a state
With no hate
Grate my brain to rid it of pain
I can't explain
O world refrain
There once was a man named Ruben Roland,
That lived in the country of Poland.
He was at the age of twenty-seven,
When he made his trip to Heaven.
His long neck around her own
She gasps for air in short breaths
Her bottem lip caught in his beak
is starting to bleed and drip onto his
soft and white feathered body, which lays
upon her own soft body.
