Soft as silk and red as rose
In my heart, within my soul
Blood seeps through between the clots
And my poem is almost done
The wishing well fulfils a dream
While nightmares wake with sweat and screams
Prince charming knows who’s the one for me
And fabled love is won
I love you and you love him
Cold as ice around a fiery rim
Withered flowers do smell of sin
As a heart gets torn in two
So should I laugh or should I cry
Within this mess of a live pork sty
Whilst hearing the song of dawns songbirds
And I write these clichéd words
So rock the baby, ring the chimes
It’s time to rest babies’ tired eyes
I shan’t write the end, you know the words
They’re written through well over a thousand verse
great! i love it! i love that you rhyme the first 2 lines of each stanza and then the last 2 dnt rhyme, but they are written fantasically. i love your theme of cliché. very unique and original!
Very great poem. I like it very much. The only thing I would comment on is the irregular rhyme, which seems semi-forced and semi-unnatural, so it's like fence-sitter rhyme.
Submission Name: cliché
