I can speak from reason I can speak from love I can come from a place down below Or from up above Please don’t test my patience
By DENNIS HALE2 years ago in Poets
White knight flashing passerbys Dirt caked on his hem So long living in the lies He lays in bed with them Yearning but never learning
Once a pixie meek and small Fell in love with a rose beautiful and tall That stood in the brambles Near a waterfall