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Even Shakespeare Didn'T Learn How To Fly
LV (1987 / Sheffield, UK)

Even Shakespeare Didn'T Learn How To Fly

I love you
But i hope you know that by now
I feel many things it's hard to sum them up
But this feeling just sorrounds me somehow

I'm trying my best to tell you
I want you to know so much
It's making me cry

Realistically all problems aside
Even Shakespeare didn't learn how to fly

Noone can put love into word
It's a magic noone can achieve
I can't explain this feeling to you
It's so tragic it's making me bleed

I live for you and care for you
More then you could ever know
But even the greatest writer can't put into words what we know

Realistically all problems aside
Even Shakespeare didn't learn how to fly

Not one word i have wrote is a lie
Even Shakespeare didn't learn how to fly

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Comments (2)

Very beautifully put, and a pleasure to read.
To bleed or not to bleed? ... That is the most unbearable question defined. Whether i suffer fro' sharpened pointy arrows slung real fast into thy side? ... Where among'st bushes or buildings may such i hide? Where for art thou sweet life cherished and saved? ... Do not hunt and haunt unto thee thy murderous depraved. Quest's of unimaginable quest's requires a much needed desires... Keep to thee thy ever burning fires of thy heart dismayed. Where hath thee fled out in thy darkness away of heartfelt displayed? .... Extinguish not thy heart yearned burned. Prudence and greed hath altered thy stand and need... Whence where shall i grieve for a sorrowed of breed? Give chase to thy heat's repairment twich need fast pushed to speed... That twas a great poem. Very inTENse. God bless all poets-MJG.