This is a poem that i made up on the spot. I am not good at rhyming ot rhythm. I made more rhyming in this poem than my others. Please tell me how i could make this have better rhythm and make it rhyme.
The Most Beautiful Eyes
As i walked a lonely path
I ran into a girl not
Just another girl.
This girl had the most
Beautiful eyes a man
could see in his life.
The eyes were of a
Dull shade of blue
Giving the illusion
That they were
Almost a gray hue
They complimented
Her skin rather nicely
However, like many things
This was just an illusion
of beautiful colors that match.
Her personality was a fusion
of slut and cheap whore.
She smoked cigarettes and
marijuana as she drank
alcohol and watched porn.
This like many things was
only an illusion.
