So many a night i scream To wish away this midsummer dream That plays repeatedly in my minds eye And yet it is sweet as any pie But more painful than bullet wounds So sweetly as siren croons It lures me in forevermore Becoming my daily chore
In which i am resigned And yet i still resist Because my mind always assists So, i create a world of my design Inside my mind
it's ok...the rhyme scheme was a bit off. and but u changed it a bit so it wasnt very consistent. the meaning was pretty good, i have to say. and the message came across pretty clear. one way you could maybe improve this is to break it up into stanzas where the rhyme scheme changes. it'll be better that way.
it's ok...the rhyme scheme was a bit off. and but u changed it a bit so it wasnt very consistent. the meaning was pretty good, i have to say. and the message came across pretty clear. one way you could maybe improve this is to break it up into stanzas where the rhyme scheme changes. it'll be better that way.