summer is really getting away
while we french kiss walls
and talk about jesus’ pound cake
i will never tell anyone that
because our virgin minds
and sober thoughts are just ours.
your brown hair curves around your face
i’m looking into your eyes and
everything’s so sad.
for an escape, i laugh in return
to my dear friend with the royal name.
he’s a brat when he shouts and cries
and i do nothing while watching him--
except smile in return.
the crack in your lip starts to turn upward
i'm looking into your eyes and
everything's smiling.
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Yes I know. The ending is rather dopey but oh well I made changes.
It's part of the postmodern perspective on reality, Rei. Furthermore, if you have nothing constructive to say, please do not say anything at all.
I really don't understand the point of not using capital letters. It just makes it look very imature, like you don't know the rules of your own langauge.
But I don't know how to end a poem with a Bang. Occasionally, it will come to me but...not usually. So it probably will remain a dead poem.
Eradicate this stanza. Please.
This would read better without the "everything's" contraction. Expand.
Too choppy. Combine some of this. Choppiness is effective when your going for something sharp and quick. This poem is more a ballad than a lyricism. Also, the ending just kind of fizzles into nothing. You want a bang.