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Aysha had been playing since the age of five. Her little fingers used to press on the keys of the piano as if they were keys to amazing treasure chests ...

I really liked this poem, it's very intelligent and I particularly liked the rhyme scheme and how you break it in the end by moving the couplet up a line. ...

I want you to tell me a secret. I want it to be your deepest, darkest secret and I want it to be me. I want to be your secret. ...

Go Wicca! hahaha. I'm not a wiccan but I was for a short while and I still have a great love and respect for it and kudos for being so ...

I like the general feel of happiness and the colloquialism of the apostrophes is very friendly and makes the piece quite happy to read. I don't know about the last ...

Thank you for your review, actually this poem is not exactly about Anne Frank only, it's about the parallel between Anne Frank and the man on the pavement, who'se voice ...

Dear Kitty, What are these walls for? What are these rooms for? What is this window on the paper? I look into your eye, in the comma, and I draw ...

There's darkness where the light seeks It spills over the warmth I love this line Tears it away and consumes it whole, Leaving only bitterness I softly cry with a ...

Zoe and Ames love each other with an invincible passion; but their touch can only come as a chill from the wind, or the sudden chime of a bell. Zoe ...

hey thanks for these new reviews but actually I'm working on a different novel now and yeah so thank you anyway, I might post my new novel here too idk ...

Thank you :D I actually intended that the poem would be about regret in general of everyone, but now that you say it I am actually just going through a ...

Hiya thanks for the good reviews! @Devan, I see what you mean with the choppy, but see I don't usually pause at line breaks at all I just use them ...

Wow! That's deep! I loved it although it took me two reads to get it. Is 'she' 'you'? If so I love how you used that almost jealousy of yourself, ...

Onions, a layer of guilt, one of shame, and regret. That's life's fragrance - and also a knife; you can cut them off - one by one. Throw away. Peel ...

He cut his ear off, didn't want to listen. His blood was filth, beat far too many times. It makes good paint, for when your soul is jilted, the heart ...