you see the world with the eyes of Aristotle while Grim Reaper has haunted my idealogy of eternity We are polar opposites you see you talked about cliched romances while I find solace in tragic love poems you see the world with the eyes of Aristotle while Grim Reaper has haunted my idealogy of eternity Lilies and daisies are hidden in your diary breathing tales while I write poems sitting next to them
