You were my one, my love
Yet this means nothing to you and you leave
I sit there with thoughts of the past
Thoughts of the love that us two could perceive
The love that just us two could share
And now it seems my envied life’s a fake
My heart is now an empty lair
Horrid memories beat apace
They are the scars of love.
I guess love isn’t that simple.
haha lol i posted this at the excatct time i usually leave 4 school lol.
ReplyDeletei dont know if the iambs were correct but i hope they were ...
In many respects, an excellent poem, full of your typically excellent and original use of language.
ReplyDeleteBut you don't appear to have stuck to the structure/meter I set. Have another look at the post I submitted and see if you can rework it? And feel free to email me with another draft if you want to check with me first...
i thought so sir ill see if i can cast an iambic spell again lol.
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