Love made them rhyme
But broke their hearts each time
Because love is a currency of pennies and dimes
And breaking the broken is considered a crime
They fall but continue and again they climb
Chase the moon, do your time
Love again and do some rhymes
I am no poet and this is no poetry
I write no songs, I share no story
I am mortal and yes I worry
About life, about love
About the moon and stars above
But I am no poet as you can see
I just write whatever comes to me
I got the bug, I got the flu
I got the hots for you
I got the X, I got the Y
I got sunny skies
I got the moves, I got the swag
I got the style and no drag
You got the looks, you got the smile
And seems we’ll be here a while
I don’t mind, I got time
To do some valentines day rhyme
Before it broke who did you give it to?
Who was it that left it black and blue?
Who stole your precious heart,
Only to tear it apart?
Who was this person, whom you thought was the one?
Who was it that suddenly left, suddenly gone?
Who was it that you loved?
The one you gave the stars above?
Who was it that taught you a lesson?
That taught you to love, is all the right reason
I hate that I love you
I hate that I care
I hate that I’m hurting
I hate it, I swear
I hate the way you make me smile
I hate that I’m still waiting
I hate being so close to you
I hate that I am aching
I hate hearing your name
It should be good as committing crime
I hate hating you because…
Hating you makes me rhyme
Using your name and mine?
Do they even go together?
Are they meant for each other?
Maybe they aren’t meant to be
Not even in rhymes or poems
Even words can’t lie
Maybe there just isn’t a you and I
All out of ideas
All out of fun
Chugging down rootbeers and munching on tortillas
I’ve had it! I’m done!
I wanted to be artistic
I wanted to be dramatic
A little sarcastic
But definitely poetic
However, all the rhyming as spent me
I think I’ve had enough
This feels like a chore now, I’ll admit guiltily
It’s been kind of rough
I can’t even write a single line
I feel stuck in the mud
I don’t know if I’ll ever feel fine
Because as of the moment, my head seems to be full of crud
It takes time
To perfect the rhyme
Practice helps a lot
But if talent is what you haven’t got
It will fall to waste
Even if you keep failing
You may one day become the best
One that stood to all the test
And rhyming will come easy
When I rhyme, I smile
I feel rusty since it’s been a while
The words escape me
Which is not how it used to be
I rack my brain for words to pour
My mind’s a blur, out the window to the sky it soared
Still I try to come up with words that rhyme
Just getting through the day,
Just passing the time
I wanted to write something
something that would rhyme
I tried my very best
but I failed everytime.
I thought of the sun, the moon,
the birds, the trees;
I thought of the night, the light
the rain and the seas.
Somehow it did not make sense
the words were flat
I held the pen for as long as I could
then gave up and there I just sat
Rhyming was just too hard
it certainly is for me
so I gave it all up.
Looking at this now I see the rhymes,
but how can that be?