If I were to teach you how to cure
I'd murder you tonight;
You'd overestimate your lovely self
Trying to protect us.
In your quest to shut out nightshades
You would be dissolved
As friends stared dumbly on.
I'm keeping you ignorant,
My impetuous lovely -
Because I want you kept.
**** the above is my favorite poem. Except, it's not written correctly, and is quite terrible in its present form. I want to turn it into a particularly vivid dream from a few years ago - generally I am always re-writing and re-titling this poem. So far I've never ever gotten it right. I think it's beyond me - the ability to accurately shape these words. ****