The English Language Knows No Truer Words
This eternal summer should fade
[-it has past its prime and I can no longer take this silly fling.]
and this love we has should perish.
[-it is a parasite feeding on my soul and wearing me down to my bones.]
Then I can be free and merry
[-with a burdon lifted from my shoulders and this soul all cleansed and true.]
without you in my life.
[-life will be so sweet.]
Written in English class after reading Shakespeare. Fuck lvoe poetry. No, I don't want in your pants.
[-it has past its prime and I can no longer take this silly fling.]
and this love we has should perish.
[-it is a parasite feeding on my soul and wearing me down to my bones.]
Then I can be free and merry
[-with a burdon lifted from my shoulders and this soul all cleansed and true.]
without you in my life.
[-life will be so sweet.]
Written in English class after reading Shakespeare. Fuck lvoe poetry. No, I don't want in your pants.