Poetry has to rhyme No it doesn’t That lie is just a crime It’s meant to fixate To inflate The curious mind The literate kind Words in a verse The gold in the purse Of a creative person
Poetry has to rhyme No it doesn’t Your wrong this time Its meant to uplift To drift Into a person thoughts A charm of sorts Letters in a line All beautiful and fine To read everyday
When the sunshine gets lost, and I'm all alone Time is forever and still. Remnants of the sane remain discarded and gone. It's cold here and souls divide, only to remain vacant and up for sale...