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The boy who said he'd never cry,
Fell in love with the girl who was going to die.
She'd had cancer for over two years,
And that's when the boy first shed his tears.
Their love was stronger than any before,
It's too bad that they couldn't have more.
They stayed together for as long as they could,
Though that idea probably wasn't good.
The young boy knew he shouldn't have stayed,
But he just wouldn't go away.
He cared about his love too much,
His pain was lifted by her comforting touch.
Then one night his beauty died,
And the broken boy sat down and cried.
He'd never been so upset in his life,
But he refused to turn to the knife.
He knew that things would one day get better,
He wrote his dead beauty the sweetest letter.
Fell in love with the girl who was going to die.
She'd had cancer for over two years,
And that's when the boy first shed his tears.
Their love was stronger than any before,
It's too bad that they couldn't have more.
They stayed together for as long as they could,
Though that idea probably wasn't good.
The young boy knew he shouldn't have stayed,
But he just wouldn't go away.
He cared about his love too much,
His pain was lifted by her comforting touch.
Then one night his beauty died,
And the broken boy sat down and cried.
He'd never been so upset in his life,
But he refused to turn to the knife.
He knew that things would one day get better,
He wrote his dead beauty the sweetest letter.
Literature
He Loves Me Not
A rose sat on the table,
He promised it would never die,
And when it was worn and withered,
I did not cry.
It's not what I expected,
I knew the rose would not grow,
Into a lumbering, majestic tree,
That in the wind would flow.
The petals fell, one by one,
Browned under the burning sun,
Scattered across the table and chairs,
Worn and withered without a care.
And when the rose finally snapped,
I let out a deep sigh,
The weight of the world,
Broke its' neck,
But I did not cry.
I already knew what to think,
When I saw your face,
But I learned how not to speak,
When it wasn't my time or place.
I played your little game,
And w
Literature
Endless Love
During the winter, you are my warmth
During the spring, you are my flower
During the summer, you are my sunshine
During the fall, you are my color
I want to hold you close to me everyday
I want to dream in your eyes
I want to be the reason why you smile
Looking at the night time sky,
I gave each star in the universe a
reason why I love you so
I eventually ran out of stars,
but I still have more reasons for why
I love you dearly and with all my heart and soul
My love for you is endless
All year round, Forever,
Beyond time, Endless
Countless.
Literature
Heart
A beating heart is
A hand-crafted masterpiece;
Try not to break it...
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structurally, i think the rhythm is quite strict (overall), and i like the couplet rhyme scheme
I really like the simplicity of the story, and how straight to the point it is, very literal, although i do think it's a bit of a cliche, i think its written really sweetly my favourite lines would be the first two, last two and
"He cared about his love too much,
His pain was lifted by her comforting touch"
nicely done!
I really like the simplicity of the story, and how straight to the point it is, very literal, although i do think it's a bit of a cliche, i think its written really sweetly my favourite lines would be the first two, last two and
"He cared about his love too much,
His pain was lifted by her comforting touch"
nicely done!