Rhyming

I float

on a boat

on top of a moat

where I strum my guitar's eight note

Where my vocals wail from my throat

and into a tote

where I place the songs I wrote

I devote

A heaving vote

Without much time to connote

The phrases that I denote

One more rhyme and my head will bloat

Like water boiling an oat.

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My sky is absent now.

There is nothing but you up there now.

And when it begins to rain your eyes wallow in sorrow.

Then it pours.

And just as I thought the world was over

Those raindrops fill the ocean shores.

And the sunshine is out and head over

If I could, I would wrap you in four giant leaves

And call you my four-leaf clover.

Because darling you are my luck.

But still, I feel I am gambling,

With every living thing

And when it comes time

I hope luck is on my side,

Because I don’t know if my ego can let it go

Because you set me ablaze

And I am merely a flame

on a match

Easily lit and easily patched.

BS

Fuck the rest before me and their crimes, for your love I'll serve their time

Smile Big

She inspires me. Enough said.