a broken man is sad, not so Cute, as the soot, on his heart, makes him mad. while his soul wanders on, he goes and puts on his con, as his life may not rest, till its back in his chest.
Cute and simple, my dear. I like it a lot; I like the emotion behind it. Who cares if it rhymes? Poetry doesn't HAVE or NEED to rhyme. lol ;)
Great finish. Why is Cute capitolized? And um... it doesn't rhyme with soot.
Cute and simple, my dear. I like it a lot; I like the emotion behind it. Who cares if it rhymes? Poetry doesn't HAVE or NEED to rhyme. lol ;)
Great finish. Why is Cute capitolized? And um... it doesn't rhyme with soot.