I set a fire in the garder, set a fire in the madhouse burning in the hot summer sun/ do you remember those madmen? Burning in the hot summer sun. Grow up girl, so I grew up. And there was nothing nothing nothing I didn't want. I couldn't live in a house on a street in a town. If there… Read more →

it may not always be so; and i say that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch another's, and your dear strong fingers clutch his heart, as mine in time not far away; if on another's face your sweet hair lay in such silence as i know, or such great writhing words as, uttering overmuch, stand helplessly before… Read more →