A bout

A bout
What to say
Foreigner fiends are friends to my detested end.
Love me for a person I could be… not for what I am…
And I’ll tell why, I’m not trying to sell a sham,
You never gave me the chance,
Here I am in a shell, deep fried in hell…
Where to paper is the only secrets I dare do tell,
A yoke is I in shell, a burning brain ablazed in hell.
A bout about aboat.
Drowning, do you sea what I see.
Love I could give If I only knew you would receive
I could but you neither would nor should
Hold my heart close to a light,
Despite my inner desires
Hold a ear upon your motioning breasts.
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A pause to think of a rightly cause
To massacre the beast that burns toward the fiery sword of the west
As a puddle drips upward
I notice I am in love with being in love
And I should take this chance
To jump…
But to where