michicant

i was unafraid

i was a boy

i was a tender age

melic in the naked

knew a lake and drew the lofts for page

hurdle all the waitings up

know it wasn't wedded love

4 long minutes end and it was over it'd all be back

and the frost took up the eyes

pressed against the pane could see the veins and there was poison out

resting in a raze the inner claims i hadn't breadth to shake

searching for an inner clout

may not take another bout

honey in the hale could fill the pales of loving less with vain

hon

it wasn't yet the spring

aiming and it sunk and we were drunk and we had fleshed it out

nose up in the globes

you never know if you are passing out

no it wasn't maiden-up

the falling or the faded luck

hung up in the ivory

both were climbing for a finer cause

love can hardly leave the room

with your heart