I can’t compare
To the muses you made
Out of antiquity and amour
Or those fleeting crushes
With fantastical beings who
Never drew close enough
For knowing and deposing
From lofty height to
Earthly matter
I can’t compare
To those who sailed through
Your heart and head before
I have been undone
In your eyes
Unmasked and quantified
I wish there was a way to
Dance some enchantment around
Your heart to exorcise those
Fey beings from fevered dreams
But reality can never
Reign over imagination.
(via theclotheshorse)
ah the senior awards ceremony. a ceremony thrown in honor of the academic, athletic, leadership,...
