The blue rose will wither
The bubbling laughter won't lather
Out, My happiness will slither.
My heart is filled with needless litter
The china jar will soon be dry,
My precious blue rose will wither.
My life becomes bitter
I die as time goes by,
Out, my happiness will slither.
Everyone goes about hither thither
Not caring 'bout my rose that will die
Soon, my blue rose will wither.
You can't have a baby-sitter
To watch over me as I lie;
Slowly out, my happiness will slither.
Over my mistakes don't bother
I won't cry as time flies by
Now, my blue rose withers;
Out my happiness slithers.
-Sahil
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This is my first constraint poem, a Villanelle. So if you think that this is good, then vote or comment. It would mean a lot :)