Ragamuffin
The reflection the condition of man.
My insecurities are revelation.
The twist and turn and on the good side.
She’s with a glance and a library of acts.
And their own concerns.
Empathy she brand of sweet.
We speak on your flora.
Always the random.
It burst in stars.
We both a blush.
She for the street sounds.
Your ambition an enlightened urban (un)civilized.
Only the lonely and she know me.
Spark is the thing grow phenomenon.
I've done right with you.
Spittle for your thoughts.
It is the call of the temporal discussed in polite.
Ragamuffin now as then.
Something to love in a man.
The girl as sycophant
until the ask is too great.
The spook she fancy from they relish to belong.
Field of martyrs.
Come little man with scented vials.
Death of the Heroine.
She arrive to nocturne.
She cut a figure of the delirium and the follies.
She’s some years and odd years.
The wind and lightning the black fill in.
Acted on and over acted.
The way of the untethered.
The shorter days that ambition put rain to use.
I make honest of her.
I know you from Thome and now I can fuck.
She’s a talent through magic mirror.
No more reluctant give me certitude.
Labor a day of wonder.
Trait these days to brag on.
Appreciate invention.
A happy ending and my girl Friday.
When the day light your mind stray.