I stare at page, the words won’t come,
At end of day, my mind is numb,
I feel an ache, from deep inside,
I want to scream, not run and hide,
Alone I am, I know that’s true,
No one for me, cupid’s fool,
I can but watch, the life pass by,
But no tear will run, from my eye,
I need someone, to fill this space,
To slow the time and mark it’s pace,
A hand to hold, when things are tough,
So I don’t give in, when life is rough,
To share my bed and hold me tight,
And be there still, at end of night,
To push me on, when I bow down,
To make a smile, where once was frown,
To teach me how, to love again,
And above all this, be my friend.
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but it's a bit... cliched,
(no offense, dear, most rhyming poetry is.)
To teach me how, to love again,
And above all this, be my friend.
and
Alone I am, I know that’s true,
No one for me, cupid’s fool,<i/>
those don't exactly rhyme, and it bothers me.
i sound like a bitch now, so this comment is over.
overall, it was a good read. just some things to think about changing.
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