so we're learning about poetry in L.A. and i got bored in class one day of paying attention to all the rules and shit so i tried one of my own.
this is unstressed, stressed pattern and it has 8 syllables per line (except the 2nd to last one), tetrameter? idk what evs.
A Loss of Light
The stars will lose their light sometimes
the melody forgets their lines.
Notihing good will remain the same,
the glow of love will surely fade.
The sky trasnforms to sickly grey
the happiness has gone astray.
I guess we lose our way somtimes.
The pain and sadness intertwine.
The stars surrender in defeat,
a lightless night, bitter sweet.
Forget the past to look ahead,
guided by a thin silver thread.
But,
The hearts are only truley align
through the hourglass of passed time.
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