Shakespeare Lyrics
- Genre:Spoken Word
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Tell me why
Her love makes me want to write in such a way
That it would make Edgar Allan Poe
And Maya Angelou blush?
Is this what Hozier's muse felt like?
Does this equivalate to Shakespeare's intensity when he would write?
This is anything but A Dead Poets Society
You know I could recognize her by touch alone
The way that she holds lips of currency
Otherworldly
The way that she embodies imagery
That leaves my palms drenched in syrupy nostalgia
And coffee-stained book sheets.
Her existence refreshes one's memory of Earth's divinity
That ripens the air of petrichor
A fresh ice-kissed autumn breeze
And rustling of the leaves
There's not a single cosmo inside of me that could ever be
Satisfied with the thought of her trace
Not being on me