Settled
Settled
Aw,
Here you are.
Ready to stir -
My settled mind.
Disjointed bow,
Slithered tongue,
Uttered vows,
Broken lips,
Fallen to -
The cold floor.
Tis you that stole -
The fluttering red,
Which you made -
More sweet -
Than foul.
Take that which you will,
And leave that which you should.