Hey, Mr. MontagueA Poem by KCThey're all about her But she'll never guess That in the things he says His secret's confessed Oh, the meaning is in there But he's tried his best To make sure the passion Is modestly dressed
Hey, Mr. Montague Couldn't catch a break, so you Cower in a gray you can't imbue And inhibitions you can't cut through Content to dream and never touch, to Only think of things you'd never do © 2008 KC |
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1 Review Added on June 24, 2008 AuthorKCTNAboutSome people call me the space cowboy, some call me the gangster of love, some people call me Maurice [insert synthetic sound that has no written counterpart] I jest, I jest. My name is Kristen, I'm 1.. more..Writing
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