Among the crowd, there
was a heart like a drought,
with a lot of noise
outside but silence inside,
plenty of faces at side
but blind at sight,
in search of love her
heart flew like a dove.
oh! her heart, oh! her
soul,
the love of her life had
a very small role,
with less togetherness
and with little hope,
it all sat like a
lifeless rope,
she had dreamed a life
with him,
full of care and
love they grew,
sharing all precious
time together,
just love and no place
for hatred rather,
the dream was sweet and
precious for her,
but he went too far and
was no longer near,
she waited for him all
alone,
days and weeks passed so
long,
she was alone with a
heart broken,
with no joy and
happiness to be spoken,
but then he came back to
her,
after hurting a lot he
was back without any fear,
she knew soon he would
go back,
again leaving her with
sadness full of sack,
so she uttered it was
better for both,
to leave each other's
heart before any growth.
and in the end this was her only love story, this was her only love story.
I think this would be a stronger poem without rhymes. The rhymes here are constraining you. Have shorter stanzas, have striking images, have the lines which steal your heart. Do not be bound to rhyme.
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