Rome wasnt built in a day,
it was built over months,
at least my Rome was,
i built Rome for my Ceasar,
My heart serving as its center,
over months i toiled,
building up this great city for my Cesar,
out of gold and ivory,
brick and mortor,
i carved my devotion into the land,
6 months of care and construction,
only for Rome to fall at the hands of my Ceasar,
every brick laid to please,
yet my lovely cesar destroyed it,
and left me,
amongst the rubble of our city,
Rome wasnt built in a day,
and now with her gone,
i must claim the title of ceasar,
and with the help of friends,
i will rebuild this city,
and though every so often she will cross my mind,
i am cesar now,
and i will build for nobody but me.
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Chemistry and Poetry
PoetryI sometimes write poetry Its complete shite Ill put it on here anyway *poetic snaps* Each poem will show you what year I wrote them. As reference i was born in 2000.
