Prometheus, Prometheus
a gentleman am I
I think about the good things
control myself and try.
Prometheus, Prometheus
almost a half slain
for my eyes are eating
desires in my brain.
Prometheus, Prometheus
my heart is like a pool
and with my bush on fire
I'm nothing but a fool.
Madrason 17 sept 2014
Madrason writer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/promises-122/
