So I made a poem and was wondering how it was.
All for Her
Life was happy,
Life was good.
Life was doing,
Everything it should.
We loved each other.
We didn’t mind.
Our family,
I would bind.
I was nice,
I was good.
I did everything,
I should.
I had love,
I had fun,
I felt like,
Number one.
Then she came,
I wanted a brother.
Suddenly,
It was like I had no mother.
No love on me.
I grew sad.
All on her,
My world grew bad.
Sad and ignored,
No one with me.
I walk alone.
They let me be.
Nothing for me.
All for her.
And they grew,
Colder, and Colder.