the death of summer loving in autumn

[shakespearjrthe3rd]

splash, splash. doth thine heart deceive me
beep, beep. i can hear the ending of it 
all
when it comes i go, or do i leave question 

dothe my mind carry the heart of the wind
bothe my love care for the heavy soul i posses
usunder i fall
i fly

when the heat comes, i find a new face
when it returns, i melt from existance
butterfly 
baboon
spooning


where is the god i seek,is it me
is it, the end or
beggigg

hark.

[Alexandria Bouchelli Mozzarell]

This reminds me of my own poem. That be her name

THAT BE HER NAME:

That be her name
while she lived in spain
I can't explain
it doth nigh sound tame
like ye old autumn rain
or the chugging of a funny train
I know it sounds lame
but she switched lanes
I don't want fame
or to have a horses mane
or to play a football game
or to play a football game HARK!

HARK!