The craftsman:
Trained and skilled in his craft...
I've come a long way
Being stressful night and day...
Father, laughing at my tears...
drinking at the fears...
Sweet
tarts held...
She's a girl that loves to scream.
She loves to make people smile...
Lying on the floor, tears in your eyes...
Calling out to you, trying to stand...
If I could have a clone
I would upgrade her DNA...
His lonely eyes only see things
in shades of blue grey...
The Rhyme scheme and syllable count have important...
Rhyme And Flow...
Held tightly
smashed against the wall...
Sometimes I feel uneasy
just as I rest my tired head...
Break my heart,
Hope to die...