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Savior Of My Life

by jumping_jacks142


Every time i see you
I can't help but to stare
The whole room lights up
And my heart starts to repair
But every time I see you
I can't help but to think
That you don't know who i am
And that you'll never notice me.
Your haunting me
And I don't know why
But your driving me insane,
And I don't wanna say goodbye.
Every time I see you
My heart does a dance,
When ever that happens
I go into a trance.
You're the reason I smile ever day.
You're the reason I've got to stay
All I know is I like you
Other than that I'm just confused.
You keep me from my knife.
Even though you don't try,
You are the savior of my life.


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Thu Nov 09, 2006 3:55 am
Via wrote a review...



I agree. That part is thrown off a little. I think the problem may be that third line, maybe rephrase it?

Also, I'm not really sure if you really meant Savior or Savor. If you really did mean Savor...it would be very confusing.

Otherwise, I approve as well!




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Thu Nov 09, 2006 1:06 am
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I like to see that it's not your usual depressing stuff. It's pretty positive and that's increasingly harder to find in poetry.

I don't like this part much:

Every time I see you
My heart does a dance,
When ever it does that
I go into a trance.


It doesn't flow right. That's just my opinion though. I like the bit about the knife, even if it is an "eye-roller". Since you only mention it once, it seems okay.


As always,

POKE




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Tue Nov 07, 2006 11:40 pm
Krystalstars says...



Good job! It's REALLY good! Don't like the knife part but otherwise...





“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all -
— Emily Dickinson