You know what I just realized today?
I'm just writing the same poem, different words,
A hundred times.

My soul ache is the same, my skill,
always so very terrible.
At times I even use the same words and comparisons!

How many times have you seen ruby red heart...
or worse me stating that now I'm not going to rhyme...
and then rhyming!

I'm disappointed, disgusted, but at least take happiness in,
This being the most honest poem I have yet written.

Well. I'm going to sleep, and maybe another day, if you know what I mean.