Oxygen

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In a world filled with angry people
I found a boy who had a dream
Making everyone smile
He was sunshine
I lost my breath.
And how am I supposed to tell you how I feel?
I need oxygen.
He was my words
My everything.
This felt so right
Pull me into the air
And let me breath.
And how am I supposed to tell you how I feel?
I need oxygen.
Baby be my breath
And let me feel speechless.
Let me feel this feeling
And let me love.
At least for a while.




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"In a world filled with angry people" this line seemed just a little bit awkward and long.

"I lost my breath." This line was also a little odd-sounding.

"And how am I supposed to tell you how I feel?" Both of these, lose the 'and.'

"And let me breath." In this context, breath is spelled breathe.

"And let me love." This line is used quite a bit. It sounds all right here, but keep that in mind.
Shakespearian tongue-twister:

To sit in solemn silence
In a dark, dank dock
In a pestilential prison
With a lifelong lock;
Awaiting the sensation
Of a short, sharp shock
Of a cheap, chippy chopper
On a big black block.




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Hey there!
I hardly ever review poetry, so sorry if this isn't that great. :)

Just one tiny nitpick:

And let me breath.


*breathe

So this is quite a vague poem: it's all about this boy; but the reader hardly knows anything about him.

I found a boy who had a dream
Making everyone smile
He was sunshine


You should really expand here. How does he make everyone smile? Why was he your sunshine, no one elses? ... I don't feel I know him at all. Imagery is needed here.

In a world filled with angry people


I think you could explain this more, dedicate a few more lines to it. I'd like to know more.

This felt so right
Pull me into the air
And let me breath.


I don't quite understand this. The narrator seems to need this person - he was her sunshine - and yet she feels starved of breath? He was her everything - was he suffocating her in a way that the reader doesn't know about? If so, please expand!

He was my words
My everything.


I don't like this, it seems a little rushed. What else was he to her? I think you put 'my everything' too soon.

So, overall, I don't really understand the poem and think that imagery is necessary. However, I can see some interesting ideas in here that you should definitly expand upon - the angry people, the feeling of being starved of oxygen.

Hope I helped, and keep writing!

~Lilicia
“Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale.”

~Hans Christan Andersen



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