LOVE IS NOT WHAT REVOLUTIONS ARE FOR
He's near at hand
Yet here I stand
My heart and mind at war
The times must change
The world must change
And love is not
What revolutions are for
Emblazoned in red
Though blood, we will shed
I'd sacrifice all, for him
Our burning passion
Won't go out of fashion
Though love is not
What he is passionate for
To change the world
Freedom in curled
Pages of history yet to come
So why would he
Have time for me?
For love is not
What change is for
And if he dies
Those charming eyes
Closed in sleep, forevermore
But I shall do
What we must do
Though I am not
Who he is for
A.N. I saw the first stanza on Tumblr and decided to continue it?? I guess... (E x R tho amirite)
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Shitty Poems
PoetryA collection of shitty poems that I have written. I own the cover. Constructive criticism would be great. Pls comment anything I live for comments and flowers. Infrequent updates.
