Triolet
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Tis time has come to leave my love
when you fly away with the dove
I watch as you rise above
Tis this has come to leave my love
I do what I know how
So I dont fall to the crown
Sometimes a poem meets you
and you just put it on a page.
It's like it didn't need you.
Sometimes a poem meets you.
It feels like it could eat you
if you don't build it a cage.
I sing in honor of death, the none believe in making dreams awaken, the years will wrinkle as you’ve done. I sing in honor of death - the none begin and end will meet as one. It’s blinding white with eyes so blacken I sing in honor of death!
She doesn't like the rain
It washes up what once was sunk
Dodging drops, all in vain
No, she doesn't like this rain
The shore littered with memories, pain
She buries them in sand, Grains of Time
I am very hungry, I'm starving
Lunch is in an hour
My stomach is angry it's grumbling
I am very hungry, I'm starving
I cannot wait to hear the bell ring
All my food I will devour