It has a strange rhyme scheme. It's a regular verse, except the first line has nothing to do with the rhyme scheme...You'll see what I mean. There's about 20 more verses to this that I didn't post for personal reasons, but these will give you a little taste of it.
You and I are so alike,
Nothing to gain,
And nothing to lose,
You can drink away the night with me,
But bring your own FUCKING booze.
In the reflection,
It is not myself,
That I see,
It's a collection of past memories,
That just won't let me be.
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Honestly, I'm too tired to properly critique this but even if it's totally useless everyone loves a comment.
It seems good anyway, my brain just ain't functioning properly to really look at it. I'll leave another comment later.
Booze... hehe.
Sorry it took so long to get back on this.
The only part that bothers me:
*
It is not myself,
That I see,
It's a collection of past memories,
*
The more I read it the less it seems to bother me o.O
I could just be reading it with the wrong rhythm, or something. I don't have much experience reading poems.
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