ABAB,
CDCD
Letters,
Rhymes
I’m tired of
These weary words
Pressed to perfect
Melodies and
Schemes that leave
No room for emotion,
No room for me.
And maybe I’m just
A little claustrophobic
To find that things must be
So perfectly
ABAB
CDCD
But that’s just me.
Tired of this
[Box]
I’m forced to
Stay inside,
Told to
Color
In the lines
Already drawn
By other people
Who leave me
With nothing
Of me.
Just a simple
ABAB
CDCD
Rhyme scheme.
