So I'm looking to smooth over the ending of a poem I wrote. The last verse doesn't "flow".
Constructive suggestions would be greatly appreciated.
Where was I when our love died?
How could you leave and not try to save it?
Did what we had come to mean so little,
that you could just walk away and watch it go to shit.
Constructive suggestions would be greatly appreciated.
Where was I when our love died?
How could you leave and not try to save it?
Did what we had come to mean so little,
that you could just walk away and watch it go to shit.