Ready to part,
I soared up, but you hurled it at me.
That dagger, the dagger of passion.
It cut my wings off
and made me tumble down
to where you were. And there I grieved,
without any comfort,
for the rest of eternity.
tori1234 wrote:It seemed kind of unoriginal. Like this is what the average 13-year-old would write.
Please don't be offended by that, I still liked it.
Snoink wrote:The main thing that you should work on is verb choice. Your verbs are so bland! You use depart, but that sounds too much like a train station thing and not poetry. Then threw? How about hurtled?Of course, that's not the only choice, but still! You can enhance this poem with vivid verbs. So just tweak with it and see what you get. ^_^
Hope that helps!