I love alliteration... so I decided to write a poem with a bunch of it. It's not so great, but it's something.
Years ago,
I learned a love
a love of loneliness and some.
But all those years
I loved alone,
that lonely love was not a home.
Years ago,
I thought of thieves
thinking thoughts of stealing things.
And all those years
I thought of theft,
I thought not of things that I had left.
Years ago,
I saved a song,
so sorry, sad, and sinful,wrong.
And all these years
I've sang it sweet,
but his song seems to ever weep.
No comments:
Post a Comment