There's nothing to see here. I've nothing to say.
So, nothing is passed between us in this way.
Nothing I think, and then nothing I write
is worth more than nothing. Almost, but not quite.
Thanks for your time, as I rhyme nothing to
puffing. That's enough, when I have nothing to do.
Nothing I think, and then nothing I write
is worth more than nothing. Almost, but not quite.
Thanks for your time, as I rhyme nothing to
puffing. That's enough, when I have nothing to do.
May I whisper in your
ear
a word without a want, or fear
of hearing any repercussions
stemming from our brief discussions?
Stemming from this poet's tree,
a leaf. So, briefly, blessed be
its fruit. My suit is black, my collar
white. So write, or give a holler
if the gift of a presence needed
has you ranting. Plant this seed: Did
soft thoughts rain? I plainly mean
to send sweet nothings toward your screen.
a word without a want, or fear
of hearing any repercussions
stemming from our brief discussions?
Stemming from this poet's tree,
a leaf. So, briefly, blessed be
its fruit. My suit is black, my collar
white. So write, or give a holler
if the gift of a presence needed
has you ranting. Plant this seed: Did
soft thoughts rain? I plainly mean
to send sweet nothings toward your screen.