things I have been thinking about
Construction
There is no song,
that has sung so sallow,
as that of the morning sunshine on your pretty eyes.
And that part of your face,
I must always look at,
stare incessantly into,
and continue to think about-
you were made somehow,
by something that knows how to build things.
I am just a sullen man in yearning.
that has sung so sallow,
as that of the morning sunshine on your pretty eyes.
And that part of your face,
I must always look at,
stare incessantly into,
and continue to think about-
you were made somehow,
by something that knows how to build things.
I am just a sullen man in yearning.
