Those blue and piercing eyes are queer to gaze
They lacerate her chest so harsh she bleeds
She pondered her choice of life's cruellest days
She knew that all her crimes weren't what he needs
Yet that did not cease the dead evictions
Of deeds, "dishonest, cruel, too harsh", she claims
He makes her melt underneath his friction
She longs to know he suffers much the same
For love is a trap, so subtle, and harsh
Does the rain affects mortals diversely?
Does not love mimic a deep Irish marsh?
She sinks underneath the depths perversely...
Those blue and piercing eyes provoke her screams
And who is to blame? Love, and all it means
The rhythm is not amazing, but it's there. It is really hard to get the proper rhyming scheme, amount of syllables and a rhythm! What was Shakespeare thinking?
Well he did make up 1,700 words...
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RandomL I F E Live It For Eternity Love your chances Ignore the bullies Feel the freedom Embrace who you are Huh... sounds cheesy right? I can almost see you nodding right then and there. Welcome to who I am, and what I live for. I am s...
