Life is going stuck Fears, thought come into mind People use each other for own sake Relations of blood are going fake Everybody hurt but nobody speak They know the truth but close their eyes I'm fine, all is going well, they always say lie Here's your second collab prompt for #NaPoWriMo Day 2. Octave is the general term for a poem of eight lines, or an eight-line stanza of a longer poem. Octave can also refer to a more specific form of eight-line stanza following a rhyme scheme of a. a. b. b. c. c. d. d. What are you waiting for? Post your poems. :) #poemtime #my8linepoem #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba
