UnSquare
Ex-Bluelighter
This is for you Amy.
"You must not wonder, though you think it strange,
To see me hold my louring head so low,
And that mine eyes take no delight to range
About the gleams which on your face do grow.
The mouse which once hath broken out of trap
Is seldom 'ticed with the trustless bait,
But lies aloof for fear of more mishap,
And feedeth still in doubt of deep deceit.
The scorche'd fly, which once has 'scaped the flame,
Will hardly come again to play with fire,
Whereby I learn that greivous is the game
Which follows fancy dazzled by desire:
So that I blink or else hold down my head,
Because your blazing eyes my anguish have bred."
Fuck You Bitch.
Thanks Mr. Gascoigne for writing that for me.
"You must not wonder, though you think it strange,
To see me hold my louring head so low,
And that mine eyes take no delight to range
About the gleams which on your face do grow.
The mouse which once hath broken out of trap
Is seldom 'ticed with the trustless bait,
But lies aloof for fear of more mishap,
And feedeth still in doubt of deep deceit.
The scorche'd fly, which once has 'scaped the flame,
Will hardly come again to play with fire,
Whereby I learn that greivous is the game
Which follows fancy dazzled by desire:
So that I blink or else hold down my head,
Because your blazing eyes my anguish have bred."
Fuck You Bitch.
Thanks Mr. Gascoigne for writing that for me.
