a workshop poem, where in the last word of the previous line is the first word of the next:
(tag poem, unedited)
Bellexmas: All chat to IM here's Denise telling of Losing My Soul
DreamsbyDay: Soul of Insanity, you trip over lies
DreamsbyDay: Lies meant to satisfy, Lies meant to trick.
DreamsbyDay: Trick me today yes, but not tomorrow...
DreamsbyDay: Tomorrow I'll be wiser, than the fool you see...
DreamsbyDay: See though the fog of mind of confusion.
DreamsbyDay: Confusion is power to someone like you.
DreamsbyDay: You take the joy out of loving and giving
DreamsbyDay: Giving myself to you , cost me , my soul.