NOTE: I have hardly any sense of rhythm, and this poem was not intended to be particularly rhythmic. It doesn't have a set meter, but the syllabic pattern is the same throughout the poem: 8, 9, 9, 8.
When you Fall
Many people have heard of love,
The ecstasy of cloud number nine,
The feeling that makes you confident,
And makes you think everything's fine.
You're entranced with your ecstasy;
You pay no mind to what lies ahead
For you on life's long and winding road.
Smiles fade, and many tears are shed.
What if your love is all a joke,
A misconception, a hurtful lie,
You put your heart into somebody
And all you're left to do is cry.
As I sit here and reminisce,
I realize there's more to life than grief,
So I'll take back the shards of my heart,
Rise, and turn over a new leaf.
