I knew it was too good to be true.
A broken friendship risen from the dead,
Now it’s skin is rotting, turning black and blue.
It is not the same as it was before,
I tried so hard to make it work,
But it inexplicably became a horror.
I knew it was going to end,
Because I’m terrified of zombies,
And you don’t know how to be a friend.
If your character weakness is cutting ties
And your nose to spite your face,
Then giving you second chances must be mine.
This is where we finally die.
Any idea how hard it is to rhyme a word with ‘chrysalis’?
Beautiful word and meaning but I can only pair it with ‘syphilis’
Use it in a poem and it will be received with viciousness
How much I desire to use this word
But all I get is something sounding absurd
That no one has ever heard
Something uniquely brand new
With no debut
No one will know what to do
And still it sits
That word it ties me up in a solo battle of wits
I’d call it quits
But I know at night when I lay in bed
I’ll stare at the ceiling with that word still in my head
And so you’ve read
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