You used to sing
words I would hear
and start to tear.
Water splashing onto the ground.
The lost heart found,
But that was then,
before love dimmed.
I've made stinging cuts with my blade
Scars that won't fade
are on the place
you'd rest your face.
{Prompt: Using the Minute Poem form, admit something personal.}
{The Minute Poem is rhyming verse form consisting of 12 lines of 60 syllables written in strict iambic meter. The poem is formatted into 3 stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables. The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff}
Copyright: November 30, 2013
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