Shakespeare
Oh where for out thou Shakespeare.
Thee who doth writ so plainly
Or doth thou laugh at my platry attempts
to appease the muses that sent you
to the maddness
Called creativity.
I attempt to create beauty
yet beauty is imperfection and flaws
I do not change what was writ
For I dream of creating sonnets,
works of fiction that
bring forth what was once lost.
No comments:
Post a Comment