TheEternalMeme

I can’t compare thee anymore unto a summer’s day; It’s already been done so much it’s become a cliché. Perhaps a branch of cherry blossoms glistening in the sun! But, then again, their time is short- they bloom and then they’re done. A beautiful haiku or two would be deftly concise, But to cover all the bases, an epic would be precise. Beowulf can’t fit in a card, though. I doubt that it’d do; The battles and testosterone don’t remind me at all of you. What can I do? What can I write that will inform you truly Of how I feel? These poem forms do torture me quite cruelly! I guess you’l