but when i die
let mine eyes not take a last look
at your beautiful wings
those rosèd locks of hair
all of your- pretty little things
that i could only dream of
and when i fall to the ground
let it not be caused by thy wings
the wings that saved, and picked me up
the ground so sweetly whispering me forth
the wind that caught me, and pulled me up
for lilies in the grass call my name.
"by gathering the sum of their consequences in the domain of their intelligence, by seizing and noting all their aspects, by outling their universe." what the fuck does that mean you philosophical baguette eater
MERRY CHRISTMASSSSSSWSES YAYAYAYA
HAPPY BIRFDAY JESUS 🫶🏼 WOOOOO
In spite of her money
and her evening fur coat
I did not envy her riches
nor her Brazilian wooded boat.
I did not envy her dress
at the scarlet evening mass
nor did I dazzle- upon her watch
and watch the hands tickle pass.
I did not wish to be greeted
before everyone else, by the host
nor given fine wine by paid actors
addressing me with titles, worthy of a boast!
The glowing eyes of those waiters
who wished the be the money they served
who wished to wear those sharp trimmed suits
instead of handing out hors d'oeuvres.
I see the moths- the men and girls
that flutter, in dim light
with their royal, east egg money
those rich red parties, warm summer nights.
I see blue eyes, I see sinners
we watch them drink away.
We do not envy their scarlet coats
nor their drunken, wasted days.
mjp
day ruined after getting a papercut from a starburst wrapper
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