Book of memory and rhyme

by ChrisT   Dec 1, 2005


In this rhyme
There's no sublime,
A novel of memory
Covered by this irony-
Colored in red
To show all its dread,
The painful defeat
With her lies and deceit
Words in this chorus
In this deep paper forest,
Spin them in a phrase
Twisted through a daze
Break in its awful silence,
To pages written in past tense-

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  • 13 years ago

    by Lofallenve

    I hate writing poems that rhyme, but yours are amazing. <3

  • 19 years ago

    by Laura

    Aww that was good keep it up xox Laura Marie xox 5/5

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