Feelings I have...
ShakeSpeare at *someone*
Doesn't thou bite you thumb at thee? Or does thou not. Almost at constant incinerating each touch of his loathsome words. So thou may not be hurt. But thou's words art faster than a bullet shooting its way toward the sun i can not block them all. His Stare.. Ay his Stare quite Scareful at first but then at a long hour it suddenly does not seem as though it would make me fall at my knees for its weariness
Doesn't thou bite you thumb at thee? Or does thou not. Almost at constant incinerating each touch of his loathsome words. So thou may not be hurt. But thou's words art faster than a bullet shooting its way toward the sun i can not block them all. His Stare.. Ay his Stare quite Scareful at first but then at a long hour it suddenly does not seem as though it would make me fall at my knees for its weariness