When we two partedIn silence and tearsHalf broken-hearted, to severOh dear!! That’s Byron (I say)The words are not mineIt sounded so goodI thought it inspired Now I’m depressedI need something newNot something I studiedWay back in school Let’s try it againBreathe deep and stay calmLet your mind work its magicImagination, come on Calling EratoOh Muse, are you there?Help me create nowSam’s dome in air That sunniest domeThos...
When I relive the past I find my timeWas spent in many hours of heated searchFor perfect words that never would besmirchA deep intrinsic trust in love of rhyme. And keeping trust my work was not a waste,Nor simply writing pieces not so fake,But also meeting all the rules they makeTo demonstrate our art is in good taste. However now I won't give energyTo seeking out the best words for my stuff,Or losing sleep when it is no...
