7200
'Pon gleaning
lasses,
and sir really
not alright
not "FAKE" lads
grievousness
doth bite
Love's Labour's
(Romeo
and Juliet)
Lost sequel -
colyte
(an emetic)
more
bare hubble
despite
abdominal
cramps
(post
colonoscopy),
where this poetic
soul admits,
the latter
doth not
hole hearted
lee excite
yet, countless
plaintive verses
fighting
despair espied
by unsuspecting
readers
(such as
yours truly),
no shining knight
ruminating
squelched,
spurned, light
ning and/or soiled
paramours
hurtful might -
bitter byte
size pill
deters
peaceful night
methinks tortures
teariness plight
unstoppably,
vicariously,
and wickedly
quite this veritable
stranger experiences
lamentation
toward
each right
or left word
thinking
youthful
earthlinked,
sad sight
fractured gnarled
hotmail in tight
fitting pants,
and/or
ill humored
gal uptight
an afflicted aching,
thus this
paean I write
availing thyself
for those
who cry
(game lee),
and perhaps
feel like they
wanna die
unsure
how to help
fracturing
soul I espy
unable to heal,
but on
a whim
this idea
didst fly
unsure yar bitta
bing banged psyche
ja wanna
entrust this guy
kindle ling
emotional
pain hi
underwent
during mine
almost three
scores years my
body
sashayed
round
the sun
well nigh,
now within avast
delicate web
I ply
tender
tinder tumblr
full spilling
sadness sigh
lent lee
self cannibalizing
vulnerability,
yet try
in vane
unable to heal
airing youtube
whatsapp
without me
asking why
only this
papa of two
near grown
daughters
intervention
likened
to race
against time, -
viz being
potential
dead serious
life saver, this yang
doth not
not lie!
