Love is not all I know.
It's what I can rhyme too,
From me it flows.
I'm tired of heartache
Bringing me down
I'm tired of depending
On what's not around.
I'm a scholar, a student,
I'm a daughter and friend,
Love is not the only thing
That will last to the end.
Knowledge is forever,
Passion will fade.
Promises, broken,
Will be forgotten one day.



I am really tired of only feeling inspired to write about love and it's failures, so this is my rough draft of trying to do something different.

Cari,
Write what you write best don’t worry about the rest.
You have a fine example in this poem.
I like it just the way it is.

Jack

second line, too should be to

Also, I'd rethink some of the periods and comma's.

Break the poem up and see where the sentances end and where the pauses are.

"I'm telling you. People come and go in this Forest, and they say, 'It's only Eeyore, so it doesn't count.' They walk to and fro saying, 'Ha ha!' But do they know anything about A? They don't. It's just three sticks to them. But to the Educated - mark this, little Piglet- to the Educated, not meaning Poohs and Piglets, it's a great and glorious A." --Eeyore, The House at Pooh Corner