If writing verse were seen as cursed, then down with the devil I'd be.
The world can't end or comprehend just what this means to me.
For when in doubt I come about with such and such a phrase.
Swift will I write, all through the night, till I see the sun's sweet rays.
The tears I drop
Dry into clouds
They will always fade away
My skin will fall
Sometimes I'll laugh at your stupid jokes
Sometimes, only sometimes
Sometimes I'll pout and walk about
Sometimes, only sometimes.
To HAVE to write a poem
He might have said, 'no way'
And he thought he was not clever
No! He must go on and endeavor
Cool and Hot they come like faces
Take minds to fantastic places
Never will this moment live
As it does right now
Come with me and see the deep
See the side that dares to dream
Fear and tremble
Rant and rave