My Poetry
It has to have rythm, it has to have rhyme It must be in sync like a clock ticking time It mostly is short, but at times it is long At times it's called powerful, sometimes... not so strong It is loneliness, fear, it is utter despair There are days, that it shows, I just no longer care It is hate and compassion and the things I dream of It is friendship and faith and the greatness of love It goes on, like the seasons, the...