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I actually really like this. I agree with Eraqio about the bittersweet thing, but i think it gives the letter a sense of realism. This reminds me so much of ...

This really reminded me of when i was little, and i thought every boy i liked i was going to marry some day. It gave me sort of a flash ...

Hasty reactions, Quicker than the humming bird. Loving responses, Sweet like the bee’s honey. Guilty promises, Lustful like the whore. I am not your baby. Not your favorite. Now is ...

Some might say he was handsome, gorgeous even, but when his eyes fell on mine, locking in place like they belonged there, it felt like ice water was being poured ...

This is only the first part of chapter one, i decided since i couldn't write anymore, that i would post it and see what feedback i got. 1. The girl ...

The phone falls silent. I only hear your quiet breathing. My heart on the table, But you refuse to take it. My pain and devotion splattered on a canvas. And ...

I am me. Not you. Not her, nor He. I will soar, I will glide. Never wanting more. I can see, I can hear, I will never flee. You are ...

For a while you left me. For a while you pushed me away. You are coming back, You are talking to me, Laughing with me, and embracing me once more. ...

I actually really love this poem. I can relate with it, and it makes me think. The analogy "Raining eyes" is really great, it's a little different and new than ...

Look at me. Look how you’re tearing us down. See how your eyes are colder, Your hands are colder and stronger. Are you crawling into your shell? Once you leave ...

I like this! It's really good for a first try, way better than i could do(: There were some parts where the meter kind of changes a little in the ...

I really like this, Especially the details in the first stanza. The feeling is a little lost from the beginning, But sort of brought back at the end. I like ...

The clock is talking to me, Printing words in my mind, Planting thoughts in my heart, But never does it show me to you. Never does it tell me stories ...

Your sweet, you know, you really are. Your brown hair, blue eyes that always see the good in me, They help me through the agonizing hours of ridicule I live ...

Some irrational hate I have for you is keeping me from loving you once more. As I sit here, watching our friends go on like nothing happened. As I watch ...