Dark December

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Your key has locked
My heart;
Padlocked
Now yours to tear apart.
Unreachable by me
For I am yours
Unwillingly.
And your cruel hands
Force me to smile
My mindlessness
That of a child's.
Where have I gone?
My wings
Now clipped
Feathers plucked
Emotions slipped
From...
Well I can't quite remember...
Broken, mindless since I met you
My heart lost since that dark December.
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Hey, call me Freak or Fry, if you will. :)

This poem is very good and deep. I like it although I can not closely relate.
I didn't really find anything wrong with this poem, besides forgotten commas and maybe a period, so just go over those pauses.

This poem breaks my heart. It pains me to know that this actually could happen, but the way you wrote it was as if you wanted this to happen...

Uh, keep writing, good job. :)

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Okay, well the biggest thing here is the inconsistent rhyme. You have none in the beginning, then by the end you start rhyming. Pick on or the other, personally I think it's fine not rhyming, but that's up to you.

Also
Your key has locked
My heart;
Padlocked
You used "locked" too close together, try using another word ;).
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StoryWeaver13 wrote:Your key has locked
My heart;
Padlocked
Now yours to tear apart.
Unreachable by me
For I am yours
Unwillingly.

And your cruel hands
Force me to smile
My mindlessness
That of a child's.
Where have I gone?

My wings
Now clipped
Feathers plucked
Emotions slipped
From...

I can't quite remember...
Broken, mindless since I met you
Lost since dark December.


I edited some of things I think needed to be changed. If you are going to rhyme, try carrying it throughout the entire piece.

I suggest breaking the poem into smaller stanzas and taking out some of the heart parts of it.
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