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Her Heart

Long brown hair

Beautiful ringlets

Normal skin tone

Acne scars

.

Glossy eyes behind her glasses

Tears on her face

The salty water streaming down

Showing her disgrace

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Heart broken in half

Cannot be fixed up

But she tries and tries

Until she gives up

.

The year was beginning

She grew tired of herself

So she cut off all her hair

And put her old glasses on the shelf

.

Little did she know that only changed

Her small self-esteem

Not the broken heart

Hidden in the seams

.

A failure at everything

A prodigy at nothing

Her identity is hidden

And remains in her mind crushing

.

Lost and unloved

She felt as though a burden

Her mind was telling her to run away

But her heart remained frozen

.

One after another

They all started to leave

So she put up the walls

But still wore her heart on her sleeve

.

She loves the attention

And tries to stay selfless

But her sadness overcomes her

Which makes her come off selfish

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Harm isn’t intended

But her heart cannot speak

She lets her mind control her

Until she is at her peak

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She loves with all her heart

And dies a bit when she gets hurt

People take advantage of her

They treat her like dirt

.

She cannot see her importance

A disappointment in the mirror

Hate fulfills her heart for herself

Her depression becomes clearer

.

She wants something that she

Cannot find

And all her thoughts

Become a messy outline

.

A comfort that's pleasing

Would warm her heart

The support and love

From someone who was smart

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Her heart remains shattered

As she gives the shards away

To all the people who are able

To make her truly sway

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Now she knows what she needs to do

To love the ones who hate

Forgive the ones who left

And cherish the ones who help her think straight

.

She writes and draws

To express her shaky feelings

She does it to distract herself

For being such a weakling

.

The past is over

The people are gone

Improvement is here

So her future will be drawn

.

She will try harder

To amend all the things broken

She will do her best

So the words won’t remain unspoken

.

This girl was lost

In her big imagination

But now her mind has realized

The world is a beautiful creation

.

Her fantasies now full of color

Her emotions now settled down

She will now do her best

For her face to disappear from a frown

.

This girl has the name of Gillian

She is stuck inside this body

So I will learn to accept my life

And to love each and everybody

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My heart is broken, shattered, and wounded

But I will do my best to fix it

And leave all the ones who hurt me astounded

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PhenomenalForth Comment

Wow this poem basically describes me top the fullest. And I can relate to almost every word on every line in every stanza. This is what I picture spiritual poetry to be like

hey

I loved it keep writing

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Astronomer
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Hello there, DeepRoses!

This is Moonwatcher here to review your poem! ^-^

The first thing I would like to point out here is the inconsistent rhyme scheme. If you choose a rhyme scheme, I'd suggest making it consistent, especially if the rhyme is used often. The second thing I would like to point out is the rhyme itself. To be completely honest, I'm not a fan of rhyme. Here's my reasoning why: Rhyme scheme seems like a burden. This is because I feel as if it takes away the author's freedom. It constricts the writer into only using specific sets of words. Sure, every word has a rhyme, but not every rhyme is the word that you're looking for. This could limit metaphor, imagery, and can block out feelings or emotions that the reader really wants to convey.

I feel as if the length of this poem is somewhat killing it for me. Take out whatever is unnecessary, and only leave the stronger emotions. This is what the reader /really/ wants to read and find in a poem.

I think that your imagery could use some improvement. I feel as if that's what makes most poems /really/ strong, especially when it comes to conveying feelings and emotions in a unique and original way. There weren't many /strong/ parts of the poem that gave the reader emotions, and the last stanza is probably the best thing you have going for you. Try making the poem yours, and only yours. Try to be original and creative, and be free with your word choice instead of being constricted by (some) rhyme. Be unique.

That's all I have to say about this poem. I hope this review helped you out. Have a great day and keep on writing! ^-^

Although I do not agree with your review, thank you



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