No words

Standard

This is where confidence in a confidant

Has been bent until it’s broken

And the words what said have less import

Than the ones that weren’t spoken

But what am I but a silly girl

Who’s interpreted too much

From a friendship formed from secrets kept

And an unchaste loving’s blush

And brushing past the deeper mean

I know not what this feeling tells;

Having near sold my soul to keep you near

I fear I should no longer let me dwell

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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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