A possible friend

by cupcake

Published December 16, 2010

Parts of this are from a song my best friend :D and I wrote, others I wrote:

You don't say it directly but we get your point,
It's all about you, it's not about us.
We want to be friends, but you won't allow that.
We're missing kindness, you used to give us.
We'll always be there, if you're there for us.

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cupcake
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cupcake commented Comment · Mar 10, 2011

Thanks for the reviews guys! :D

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DelanieHeart
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DelanieHeart wrote a review Review · Mar 9, 2011

You don't say it directly but we get your point,
It's all about you, it's not about us.
We want to be friends, but you won't allow that.
We're missing kindness, you used to give us.
We'll always be there, if you're there for us.


The one thing I noticed was all the "us"s at the end, couldn't you think of different endings? Overall, I liked the poem and couldn't find anything else wrong, so yeah. I like it but perhaps you could elaborate a bit more on this idea, add more, describe the poem :) Just a suggestion! Good job.

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Prats
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Prats commented Comment · Mar 9, 2011

I liked the poem, though it seems kind of crude. The best thing I liked was your simplicity.

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Justagirl
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Justagirl commented Comment · Dec 20, 2010

I like this poem, it's kind of vague though... I think it could be great if you added some stanzas onto it!

Keep writing,
Alzora

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GreenEyes
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GreenEyes wrote a review Review · Dec 17, 2010

I think this is a really nice little poem :) I've only got one point really;

cupcake wrote:We're missing kindness, you used to give us.

Not completely sure what this line is meant to say? I might just be missing it but I can't quite see the point you're trying to make. Hope this has been helpful to you!

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Eniarrol
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Eniarrol commented Comment · Dec 16, 2010

Yay I wrote that with you XD

But cupcake you should have it in lyrics O_o



Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.
— Carl Sandburg