My soles are hot and red and tired, So tired they hurt my feet like fire, My real soul is worst for wear, I've been ripped in half with a tear.
I cannot sleep with this burning pain, I don't know when I can live again, Take my soul and take my mind, And let us become intertwined,
Let you solve me and I to you, Perfect team, let's try it new, Can this 'love' thing cure my aches? Or will it cut and slash and break?
Quote: from carracer at 4:54 am on Oct. 10, 2008 Im not sure if this is a rhyming poem or not. If it is the rhyme scheme is off. It's pararhyme.
Im not sure if this is a rhyming poem or not. If it is the rhyme scheme is off.
If it is the rhyme scheme is off.
It's pararhyme.
Its really not.
You don't use pararhyme and a normal rhyme scheme in the same poem. It makes it awkward sounding.
You don't really follow through with a common pattern.