i once set out and wrote a great poem
I flaunted rythm rhyme and verse
my vocabulary with no cap or lid
i wrote from my skilled dearth
I talked of romance, love, galore
death and heartache overcome
pain and sadness nevermore
love the never-ending drum
conquering, victory to those deserving
pain pushed underneath my big brown boot
good feelings, love, and joy enerving
uncovered from pop's love the soot
of two young souls trapped inside
a world they cannot both explore
together broken by fates long ride
but they shall be-- forevermore
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