Kim
Fie
I need you
To see
That two
Do not foe make
But an arch of love
Against whom the weather
Beats and the flevver
Seats
But not the run of the mill stuff
Just the tiny miny moo that is
The swell of lips chafed from
Kissing
Too much for
Their good but
This is the time
Of like not
Low key lone ranger-style
Run-for-it timing.
It is about the weather and
The weer, the weer and the when
Shall we smooth
Over the feeling that were
Riled by my behaviour
Not so long ago
See?
I will not
Be then and now
There and then
The ripest man
But the wounded beast
Within. I won’t
Be able to fall
In. I will
Be in the fall and winter
The best of all.
Bye!
