I taste defeat
I've held
onto this fever,
With tips of pens
and sheets of winter.
Unable to assume,
presume and resume.
After just the
slightest glimpse of Auburn.
What a luscious defeat.
She eludes even my fingertips
by
thestutteringbanditposted on 02/25/2012
oh..uh..I mean, great poem, bro ;D