I've been writing a lot of different types of poems and have been listening intently to rhythm and rhyme. This poem was a practice in repetition.
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My love took to flight, But now love's a swan song,
I'm not Mister Right, But I am Mister Two-Wrongs.
My love ran on trust, But you said I was blameful,
I'm not Mister Just, But I am Mister Shameful.
My love it was blind, But not so delightful,
I'm not Mister Kind, But I am Mister Spiteful.
My love ran along, But love wasn't agile,
I'm not Mister Strong, But I am Mister Fragile.
My love's now obscured, But I still can't forget,
I'm not Mister Cured, But I am Mister Regret.
My love, wish I could, But I can't change the sad,
I'm not Mister Good, But I am Mister Too Bad.
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interesting to read in context of the intro. the second line in the first stanza is pretty brilliant (two wrongs make a right?) in the other ones the 'but' is a little confusing, since they are already opposites. I like all of the first lines :) smart writing
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