Black Heart

Your heart keeps beating

As mine turns black

This is the end...

That you will never comprehend

And as we impart

Blood drips from my heart

Will I get through another day,

When every one I live is so gray?

You're not worth my time

But then why am I breaking inside?

You don't know that your sidelong glances

Have lost all their chances

That I'm gone

Have become totally withdrawn

There will be no more dawn

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artistpersona
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Thanks, I really appreciate the criticism from both of you. :) I tend to just like trying to rhyme, and don't pay attention to... anything else. Gotta work on that.

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Kaylyn
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Kaylyn wrote a review · Wed Dec 10, 2008 5:42 pm

First off, this poem needs some editing. Your punctuation is a bit off, and you need to fix those mistakes. I like the message in the story, but its the average, teenage love angst poem.

It could be improved on. The rhyme scheme isn't constant. With some editing I feel that it could be alot better. I don't like the flow of the last two lines, that can be fixed with revision.

If you have any questions, or need a review, PM me. I really haven't mean to trash your poem, only to tell the truth. It's to make you a better writer. So good luck, and keep writing.

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tierra_rhys17 Review

I like the poem alot and I think the whole break up message is cery clear.

However, the rhyme scheme varies in some places, and in my opinion would be better constant.

The last three lines are a little weaker, and I felt that the second adn third last lines had to be really read into to make sense, maybe just revise those ones.

However, like I said, the mood is clearly set and I enjoyed reading it since I got the message clear and early. Good poem. :o



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