Poetry (with an itchy nose)

But to lose your love as I have, without thought. I should lay awake at night and beat my brow. Your lightest touch, your sweetest smile my heart sought. There’s nothing to look forward to in my life. Now Would you carry on? As though our love meant naught To you? I feel shame, I…

But to lose your love as I have, without thought.

I should lay awake at night and beat my brow.

Your lightest touch, your sweetest smile my heart sought.

There’s nothing to look forward to in my life. Now

Would you carry on? As though our love meant naught

To you? I feel shame, I feel lost, I feel thou

Art more lovelier than Shakespeare’s wretched wrought.

He wields words like weapons, with beauty somehow.

Though his lavishment of verse I cannot strive,

My mindless meanderment pleads to contrive.

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Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.

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