[Eyudo]: 725.SLIR poetry: all of them and the rules.Broken fashions

Fashions change
In a week it will range
One thing lost its passion
When love became a broken fashion

Now love is…..
So last week
Cause at its peak
It got weak
The drop was steep
It took a leap
It couldn’t compete
With thoughts that seep
No ones that deep
It couldn’t keep
So it got the reap

Love pretty much died
No one cried
No one tried
To stop its deprived
Wide eyed
Lower side
Death slide
They sent it byed
Without a guide
Its death was sized
Magnified
So people realized
It had died

Love did so well
But trends got the kill
They mopped up the spill
New things came still

Blocked it out
Crushed it stout
Never to shout
Straight out
No doubt
What’s this all about?

Broken fashion
Dead passion
Mind stashin’
Other cash in
Goes dashin’
Forgets bashed in
Hearts smashed in
Gets things by lashin’
Out, making gashes
By slashes
Loves a broken fashion

It’s all dead
Never to return
Did you listen?
Or just find more trends to burn

Sad it is
Love, joy, and all our old passion
All they are now
Are broken fashions