Cool but cruel is what you are
After three years, everything changed
You came in my lonely days
Love speaks but can fall apart
You say those words so crazy
It becomes very usual
I write these odes so silly
This becomes very casual
No, I can't get mad at you
You make my true self get loose
So, just keep on what you're doing
'Cause baby, you got me trending
All those words you told me
I hear them in my ears
All the things you brought me
They all are written here
Rising like a rocket
Shining like a bright star
Oozing fire like a jet
Popping out of the jar
Oh, baby this feels so good
You got me leading
So, baby please continue
What you do to me
And if you dare stop
You'll make my heart pop
I may paint something cruel
After that we'll be cool
The ending is unexpected and
The ending is unexpected and what happens so often when we become apathetic about the use of vengeance. Nice write!
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Experimenting In Imagery
Your work has come a long way, love the near rhymes tremendously. The last verse is odd, especially with the bulk of the poem so upbeat and optimistic. It felt wonderful! A threat at the end of sooooo much love and promise and love actualized? Hmmmm...but the balance of the poem is superb. Bravo and encore - Lay a