we all know the deepist blues are black
twilight creepith moons on the atack
a drifting mist over pavement crack
trhe deepist blues are black.
it speaks of my sole
smileing cheeks beneath black hole
we are all anteaks when we go
eyes leak as together we grow.
we all know the deepist blues are black
twilight creepith moons on the atack
a drifting mist over pavement crack
the deepist blues are black.
cold yet warm
bold yet calm
old and young
a sun shiney storm.
we all know the deepist blues are black
twilight creepith moons on the atack
a drifting mist over pavement crack
the deepist blues are black.
Author notes
inspired by a fu fighters song.
Please tell me what you think
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I can't spell either so I wouldn't want you to change anything in this poem, mostly because if you read this the error's seem there for a reason to make the reader hear the accent that the author has given in the poem and it makes the poem a well worth read. I loved the mood it gave too. like a sad rock song.
beautiful!
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...and the deepist black eat menthos not spelling errors
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love the rhyme
love the form..only one thing, edit this for spelling errors, otherwise this is solid..
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