04-17-2014, 03:32 AM
Poor judgement will make one insane,
by slowly rotting the brain,
like a worm it inveigles
right into the middle,
don't take no more window pane.
Though my love for him was quite besotting
love poems no more am I jotting,
my love’s lost it’s season,
I’ll tell you the reason-
My poor love now lies slowly rotting.
by slowly rotting the brain,
like a worm it inveigles
right into the middle,
don't take no more window pane.
Though my love for him was quite besotting
love poems no more am I jotting,
my love’s lost it’s season,
I’ll tell you the reason-
My poor love now lies slowly rotting.

