Friends That Died

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.


Rhymes with ‘Chrysalis’ 

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 

It’s ridiculous

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

With it

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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