If it doesn't work horizontally as prose... it probably won't work any better vertically pretending to be poetry.
O, how much simpler things would be If eyes could paint or brush could see.
We envy others, for we see their lives in broad outline, while forced to live ours in every detail.
Do what you must, And your friends will adjust.
Dare to be imperfect and one day there will tug at your sleeve a soulmate.
One of life's regrets is that you didn't always tell the truth, and now it's too late, because the truth has changed.