Poetry

22B

I wanted to write something with a strange rhyming pattern, and this is what came out.

Rating: You go first

22B
I can feel you, I can see you
Yet I can’t believe you
I can heal, and be real
but I can’t deal
All my thinking, causing sinking
Like habit of drinking
Day by day, fades away
Yet never strays
Fear is creeping, sleeping, weeping
Confidence is seeping
Like a drought was my doubt
But now it’s out
Cannot rid of, must get rid of
Instinct that love will fail
Cannot shake, thoughts break
Depress to make
Cannot find me loneliness free
A love takes two to be
Time to come, all have some
A heart takes One.

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