Playing around with rhythm and rhyming.
Silence was the last witness.
I miss you , but I'm stuck here , writing sloppy poems about "us" , that doesn't exist any more .
It's almost Halloween so I tried to write something "creepy" (it's not). Obviously, the question mark adds to the creepiness points. The rhyme scheme got scared away.
I ask you, Where did it all go wrong?
In dreams we dare, at night as well as in daydreams
Stain glazing is a dying art
Extremely comforting to look at