I'll tell you a story about a man,
A man whose life is not so grand.
A story about love and heartbreaks too,
Heartbreaks too painful, sad and blue.
And blue are the days that will be the worst,
The worst of all time, feelings cursed.
The days will drag on, drained of my glory,
My glory dies in the story.
The story will start out with love of course,
Of course it's happy, no remorse.
Start out with my heart flying high and free,
And free is my soul...love, the key.
The key which will let all of my guards down,
Guards down...ready for what's around.
Will let the pain in when ready to strike,
To strike at me when it feels like.
Feels like the love is draining from my heart,
My heart was filled til she departs.
Love is gone and I feel all of the ache,
The ache of love and then heartbreak.
This is my own style that I created and I call it the Paramirror. A parody of The Mirror Sestet. It uses the same idea but in a different form with much more strict rules.
The rhyme scheme for each stanza is a/a/b/b
The meter for each stanza is 10/8/10/8
In each stanza, the last two words of line 1 is the first two words of line 2.
The fourth and fifth words of line 1 is the first two words of line 3.
The last two words of line 3 is the first two words of line 4.
In the next stanza, the last two words of the previous stanza is the first two words of line 1
And so on...