Monday, February 20, 2006
tragedyfromthe*spark.

The poet's verses bring sanctity and more,
Straight to the heart which I so do adore,
But much to avail it falls to pieces,
Just like the hurt she sent to appease us,

So should she break a tear for me,
For my woe and misery,

Then before her I'd stand,
A nuance without a plan,
Music without a band,
Then tragedy, I'd damn,

She's said a million times over,
Like the light she fakes in dark,
She's more than just amazing,
She's a tragedy from the spark.