Samuel finley

Biography of Samuel finley

I'm twenty year old now and it's been long since I first picked up a pen and drew my first poem from its ink. Time has beaten and flown away from my 15 of age.
My poetry gave way when upon this female of whom I sought to bring into something of an awe-struck state. She was my conquest that ultimately ended into a pensive she drove me emotionally mad at the puppy age of 15, then not knowing how to cope with being in love and the having but the slightest experience with the sort.
I still write out of love and heart...I still write for the female-sort. Updates

Won'T You Please Tell Me

Won't you please tell me naught have I to worry about;
this man thereat you work, he's not going to turn you somehow?
Won't you please tell me I'm only torturing myself,
that my anxiety couldn't be closer towards unsound?
Everyday, don't tell me I lose you a little more.
Alas! The next easily could be the last time I hit the morn!
Everyday-in fact-a sweet, minute infant is born
and everyday life is crimsoned and bitterly shorn.
Have my notions taken frivolous hue and form?

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