Who knows what chance will bring and who will sing and who will dance?
But I Do know what love is, and
___I Do Know what love is, and
_____where it is abundant, and
_________where it is not, and
____________________the pain in knowing that
___I love ohwhatstheuses: rarities, fantasies, improbabilities, impossibilities...but
Who knows what chance will bring and who will sing and who will dance?
______Perhaps you could find them, these
__abandoned celebration decorations, these
unpredictable, irrepresable treasures, these
___________white roses in an alley, these
____________________white roses I helped you carry and
_____________prayandprayand pray that you'll love me...like you used to...but
Who knows what chance will bring and who will sing and who will dance?
I believe the jester could probably dance, and
_____________the princess could sing, and
_________the bitch will no doubt doubt, and
_______________the jester will laugh, and
____________________the jester will fake a smile that
__denies what is, what will be, obsessively, desperately clenching to what was...but
Who knows what chance will bring and who will sing and who will dance?
Here I am
- Some kinda four 'o' clock tragedy
- New York, NY, United States
- I am a writer. I believe all engaging writing is a precious balance between aural and visual aesthetic, emotional and intellectual depth. I am an "intense" young man, and I've yet to find someone willing to contest that claim. I am not rated G, nor is my writing. "Abandon hope, all ye who enter."