My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
While comments of your praise richly compiled,
Reserve thy character with golden quill,
And precious phrase by all the Muses filed.
I think good thoughts, whilst others write good words,
And like unlettered clerk still cry 'Amen'
To every hymn that able spirit affords,
In polished form of well-refined pen.
Hearing you praised, I say ''tis so, 'tis true,'
And to the most of praise add something more;
But that is in my thought, whose love to you,
Though words come hindmost, holds his rank before.
Then others, for the breath of words respect,
Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.
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wednesday january 15th 2021
Wil and i walked hand in hand, laughing about small things we see, i feel as if im in a movie. my fingers rest softly in his and ever time i look up at him he shoots me a warm smile. he really does look like a cat
We spend about an hour mindlessly roaming until we find a small park and sit down on the cold grass. we sit and talk as wil pulls something out of his pocket. its a pack of newports. i grinned
"you smoke?" he asks with an unlit cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. i smile and say
"newports are actually my favorite, despite how shitty they are"
he throws me one and i catch it between my fingers and light it. i lay back and sigh
"you know, i always imagine myself marrying, then living in a decaying stone estate that smelled of wood and books, and wearing ballgowns casually and drinking cheap tea out of china." i said somberly.
"i live in a nice estate now.. but i feel like im doing something wrong. i don't feel like i'm on the right path to the life i desire" i said again. wil looks at me softly before laying down next to me
"I have the same vision for myself. i'd like to live life to the fullest. but instead of feeling like im doing something wrong, i feel like i am or have been missing something. like a gap." he says blowing smoke up into the cold air.
we sit in silence for about 5 minutes, letting us soak in thought, before getting up and brushing the dirt off our clothing.
"well, it's about sunset and i have one more spot i'd like to show you, its personally one of my favorite spots." he said before grabbing my hand again.