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Poem Number 23339
Eight years of my life's prime.
Eight years of my precious time.
Love turned into cosmic sorrow.
Forever turned into just tomorrow.
And why did I put up a fight?
I forgot what was for what be might.
I imagined we'd have all our days...
But you turned my tomorrows into yesterdays.
Now I sit here wrinkled and jaded,
And eight years of "love" was just time wasted.
Lovely rhyme Phenom:
I think "Iforgot what might be" is a sufficent rhyme because the assonance is pretty god.
And why did I even fight, thee.
I forgot what was for what might be.
I think you could just write what you think and change the order of the lines a bit. They don't have to rhyme. They can half (slagger) rhyme or only half of them be rhymed. This is very nice. ~Cooker
ouch. well done. *grace
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