the lakes
Is it romantic how all of my elegies eulogize me
- Is it romantic how all of my elegies eulogize me
- I'm not cut out for all these cynical clones
- These hunters with cell phones
- Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die
- I don't belong and my beloved neither do you
- Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
- I'm setting off but not without my muse
- What should be over burrowed under my skin
- In heart-stopping waves of hurt
- I've come too far to watch some name-dropping sleaze
- Tell me what are my words worth
- Take me to the Lakes where all the poets went to die
- I don't belong and my beloved neither do you
- Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
- I'm setting off but not without my muse
- I want auroras and sad prose
- I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet
- 'Cause I haven't moved in years
- And I want you right here
- A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground
- With no one around to tweet it
- While I bathe in cliff-side pools
- With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief
- Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die
- I don't belong and my beloved neither do you
- Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
- I'm setting off but not without my muse
- No not without you
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