Dark Love <3

by shelley

Published May 17, 2008

Last nite i had a dream
About you about wen i said i love u
Then i said i missed u to
And now i wish you were here

Then laughter and the
Words i love u would be all
You could hear

And even when my blood
Spills onthe floor
It forms heard with your
Name and i love u more
All i need is u

Life withought you is like
Havin my heart riped out
When your a round
A light you light up my life with
It makes me want to shout

I love you like a fat kid loves
Cake and breaking choclate bars

I'd do anything for you
Even climb a billion staires.

Comments & reviews · 4
Livinginfantasy wrote a review Review · May 17, 2008

Welcome to YWS!
I'm sure others will be drilling you about the 2:1 ratio, so I'll just be getting to the review.

This isn't very good in my opinion.
1. You need a dictionary! And please no tlkin lik dis...

2. To, Too, and Two... learn the difference.

3. I'm a fan of cliche *points to sig*, but this is just... argggh! Been there, read that. Please try putting some originality into it!

4.

I love you like a fat kid loves
Cake and breaking choclate bars


50 Cent song? "21 Questions"? Yeah, that has to go.

5. you need a better beggining and end and poem... it's too boring and overused.

Well, that's all I got. Good luck, I hope you improve this, it needs a whole lotta work!

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October Girl commented Comment · May 17, 2008

I must agree with Mad on this subject please change it, then ask people to take you seriously.

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Mad commented Comment · May 17, 2008

Just edit this, please. Proper spelling, proper punctuation all that unimportant stuff.



It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien