apples to roses


You cannot compare

Apple and oranges

Or thorns

To the roses

This face from

That mind

One kiss

To that sigh

You cannot compare

This need to that love

One push from one shove

A tear to that pain

Fresh snow

To cold rain

You cannot compare

It isn’t quite fair

To tally a good point

And check on a list

when it’s not just the good things

I cannot resist


About Keats

Oh I'm sassy and I'm sexy, So silly sweet-and-sour Delightfully disastrous And deliciously dour I'm flippantly foolish, Filled I am with fear Can't concentrate completely, and my conduct isn't clear But to bravely be my best I Bring bravado back, BEHOLD!

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