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by lele253isme

Published July 28, 2011

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Comments & reviews · 5
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Cailey
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Cailey wrote a review Review · Jul 31, 2011

I've let you hold my heart in your hands
you've squeezed, and squeezed
This was my favorite two lines... but I'm also wondering why You've isn't capitalized. All the other lines are. It would be okay if the others were beginnings of sentences and this is a continuing sentence, but as you have no punctuation I don't think that is the case. Other than that, I loved this!

Shyblueishflower commented Comment · Jul 29, 2011

I love this poem. And as said before; it's beautiful and I don't see any mistakes in it. Good job and keep up the good work.

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aj14
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aj14 wrote a review Review · Jul 29, 2011

Hey! Awesome poem! It totaly tells a great story, of love and sorrow, and so many things. And it really paints a picture! There was one place where I found something that could be maybe fixed if you wanted. It was near the end where you said too.


Slowly reality starts to seep in
Slowly I realize the mistakes I've made
Letting you in to the only piece of me that I had
The only thing that made me stand out
I let you in on my darkest darkest secrets
I've let you hold my heart in your hands
you've squeezed, and squeezed
And I'm suffocating
And I'm not breathing
And I'm feeling regret
I should have seen the outcome
I should have known what you would do to me
How you would destroy how I felt
How you would change everything
Trouble was coming
So I should have seen the problem
Now it's too big to handle


The difference between to and too, is, to is as in "to you." or "to big to handle. Too as in t-o-o, means also.
Other than this, your poem rocks! you have good structure, and your word choice is good, amybe as a suggestion, you could add some righms in there. Anyway. You rock! keep it up!

unsocialbutterfly commented Comment · Jul 28, 2011

Again, this is beautiful. Is it about the same person? I have absolutely nothing for you to change. Your poem is amazing.



In a dream you are never eighty.
— Anne Sexton