I'm feeling very fragile today. Soft.
Like a cloud.
I will write a poem about feeling fragile.
The Song of Soft
What
if I can’t
mend this tender heart?
How
many drifting days
to heal these scars?
Please
don’t go back to sleep.
I
miss you already.
Kiss
me, gently.
Pick
me up, lightly.
Carry
me, tearfully.
Don’t drop me.
We all float down.
Ed Sheeran is a wonderful person. Because he is very original.
I will try to be original.
Kingdom of Disgrace
On
the shores of the saltiest stream
Liv’d
a young woman of bizarre
She
told her stories with a dead tongue
And a
heavy heart
She
knew the legends of when sorrow reigned
Her
walls were filled with stories
Of
conspiracies and theories and fallen kings
Kept
alive by feeble lungs and whispering allegories.
One
night he came, a dark night it was, and he chose to kill them all
One
by one, the stories feel dead
As
did the young woman of bizarre
But
this wasn’t the end, for the troublesome stories led on
Their
lives of uncanny immortality
They
live in the hearts of you and I
Distressing
the demons, the angels, and lastly, the fallen enemy.
You
sing the song, but it is a story
The
most famous story of them all
It
tells the story of a woman of bizarre
Who
wasn’t dead at all.
Yes. I feel soft.
Despite the tumble and echoing crashes of my rhymes which do not make sense.
I like this feeling.
Softness....
....
whispers.
Yes. I feel soft.
Despite the tumble and echoing crashes of my rhymes which do not make sense.
I like this feeling.
Softness....
....
whispers.
Nice poem!!
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