I'M THE BEST POET EVER.

[DA_BEAST]

THE SILVER FROM MY MOTHERS'S MIRROR

GLEAMS IT'S STORIES,

TOWARD A LIGHT WICH DROPS AND NEVER BREAKS,

IT SAYS TO TELL THE TRUTH AND PERMANENTLY SHINING,

BRINGS FORTH AN ORIGINAL DAY BRIGHT AS THIS ONE,

WHERE CHILDREN AND OTHER SMALL CREATURES

PLAYED WITHOUT A THREAT,

BUT THE CHILD'S STORY IS NEVER WITHOUT A FEAR OR IS IT?

AND SEEMS TO BE MADE OF REMAINDERS WICH EITHER,

WANT FOR LOVE OR SOME RELIEF FROM IT,

LOVE AND FEAR DIVIDED IN MY MIND BETWEEN,

AND OCEAN OF BEAUTIES AND ONE FILLED WITH SHARKS,

I CAN'T TURN MY BACK ON THE BEAUTIES FOR I LOVE WOMEN AND I CAN'T SWIM WITH THE SHARKS FOR

I'M A FLESH THEY WILL FEED ON.

2MORROW ALL OF A SUDDEN SEEMS TOO FAR

YET HOURS AWAY, WHY AM I SWEATING?

AM I IN LOVE WITH A PRINCESS OR JUST MY MIND IS PLAYING ONE OF IT'S USUAL GAMES?

SHOULD I LET THE WIND TELL HER HOW I FEEL ABOUT HER? MAYBE MY FOOT STEPS WILL LEAVE A NOTE TELLING HER HOWMUCH I LOVE HER AND CARE ABOUT HER.

IF I DIE 2NITE WILL SOME ONE PLEASE TELL HER NOT TO CRY OVER MY LIFELESS BODY FOR SHE'S A QUEEN AND SHE SHOULD SHED NO TEARS FOR NOBODY.

[DA_BEAST]

i celebrate myself and sing myself

and what i assume you shall assume

for every thing belonging to me

as good belongs to you.

i loaf and invite my soul

i lean and loafe at my ease observing

a spear of summer grass.

my tongue,every atom of my blood formed

from this soil,this air

born here of parents born here from parents

the same and their parents the same.

i now 22 years in perfect health begin

hoping to cease not till death.

the atmosphere is not a perfume

it has no taste of the distillation

it is adorless.

it is for my mouth forever

i'm in love with it.

i will go to the river banks by

the wood and become undisguised and naked,

i am mad for it to be in contact with me.

[Thinkerman]

SHOULD I LET THE WIND TELL HER HOW I FEEL ABOUT HER?

Na Bruv dont let one off infornt of her thats the last thing u want to do