For times sake I foment because of they;
Its best I understand a spurious love,
Than a lie so outlandish in the month of May,
In my truest time, darkness I only know of;
A turn for worse is but a loss of you
Why man seeks happiness at night,
Is probability connected with virtue,
A wide concept blinded in sight.
Questions with answers that play coy;
And thought contemplated too far,
Will miss simplicity in its joy,
Only a challenge could set a bar.
From past to now, I will learn;
Let my want be a need to yearn .
Its best I understand a spurious love,
Than a lie so outlandish in the month of May,
In my truest time, darkness I only know of;
A turn for worse is but a loss of you
Why man seeks happiness at night,
Is probability connected with virtue,
A wide concept blinded in sight.
Questions with answers that play coy;
And thought contemplated too far,
Will miss simplicity in its joy,
Only a challenge could set a bar.
From past to now, I will learn;
Let my want be a need to yearn .
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