What once made me douce
Now tends to shake screws loose.
It's surprisingly strange,
How quickly things change.
Once our relationship was completed,
I realised you were always conceited.
I can now truly confirm; love is blind.
Yet to this day you remain, stuck in my mind.
One of my first poems (only got around to uploading it now) so, obviously, it is riddled with clichéd landmines so I apologise.
*Side note: I picked up on a syllable pattern of 5, 6, 6, 5, 10, 11, 10, 11 and as such I'm coining a new metre (sticking with the clichés) called Kiamm-metre / Kiammmetre [KEY-am-eet-er] - just to justifiably use three "m's" next to one another.
**Secondary side note, for all those linguistic nerds out there, Kiammmetre is:
a, b, b, a,
a+a, a+b, a+a, a+b
where a and b represent syllables.
