Poetry Favorite short poem

The first to die is always the pawn,

our forever love, is wilted and gone.

Fall attacked with summer no way to

defend,

Leaving our broken hearts trying to

mend

What I thought would be,

Is a mere fading memory.

As the dawn of a new day has started,

Time will continue though we are parted.

- an original by me
 
Double I will give to you

But half is twice I need

I give you a quarter, never more

I will take 2 times a tenth if you add 5

Well is it a deal, now you must say.

I am tired now, with yourself you must play

-another by me
 
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