What makes a poem?
Is it the rhyme and flow...

I have a confession to make
Today was my first time...

Dressed in a pure white gown
I walk down the aisle alone...

Loud and obnoxious
And totally annoying...

Baby, is it normal
To cry yourself to sleep...

Sadness in her eyes
As arrow meets bow...

I'm forced to succeed
I study only to fail...

So very tempted
To take a match...

Baby smiles
Wet kisses...

My blood stops flowing in my veins
As I hear the devastating news...

Wind blowing softly though my hair
Playing with it just like you used to...

Tears fall from my eyes
As I realize what I've done...