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A lovers heart;
Cut open.
The serrated blade,
drowned in blood.
A lovers hand;
Balled into a fist.
Teeth grinding,
Blood shot eye's.
A lovers face;
is frowning.
a look of deep,
remorce -
of course.
A lovers mind;
Caught in a web,
Of deceit.
False accusations,
a spanner in the works.
Last edited by lexy on Tue Nov 21, 2006 10:10 am, edited 1 time in total.
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your poem gives me a odd chilling feeling in my body i don't know what it is, but i know that its a great poem keep it up please (love jack)
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This is a really good poem, but made me feel kinda...empty? Your writing is very similar to my friends, its quite a unique style however and your very talented!
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I like all the description that you put in this poem, but I feel like Jack too. It's wierd! Does any more of your own writing make you feel like this?

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It seems a little depressing doesn't it.
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well actually....if you related to the poem in that way you may see it as depressing WHEN TO OTHERS it means something else. Like dissapointment........... a break up.............. don't just assume its depressing!!!
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Well I see here nice templates but then again this is so overruled and not unique as we've seen this kind of poetry tons of times. The structure is nice, that's all I can say but hey I guess we all started out this way, can't say I didn't. Try something new that will do good ;)

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i don't know what it is about the poem, but i felt kinda chilled and a little empty. i don't know how to describe it, exactly, but invoking this kind of emotion is very impressive.
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thanks, yeah, its supposed to be chilling and from someone who's not stable. Thye want sweet revenge. SO i suppose I could have given it a title to explain that???
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