Thine Is'th a Poet?
by Kandis
That of the fairest creature, thy's beauty seems to increase, mine desire which in the time that ticks by in a slow and steady pace that is draining thee's truly of my cold, tender pulse. Thee's sun-kissed eyes sees past thy sweet self, too cruel. Speechless and thoughtless 'tis what is all of me when thou is around, warmth creeps in the darkness that'st me, vulgar feelings all of I, despise, slips and taints the brain that can't strike past the tingle sensation of passing true well-tuned sounds. Do sing for me? How one string bear'st heroin, thine drug bestow no end. If I could write thee's beauty of thou's eye's, Time to come, to, believe is'th lies, "Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces" Shant I cease the high when thou die, instead when my heart stops its beat!
