My feelings flow from pen to paper,
Letting go of all the anger,
Watching teardrops stain the paper,
Emotion falling, flying faster.
Hidden wounds that ooze my pain,
I want to close them,
My mouth a gaping hole,
I cannot see,
I cannot feel.
I wage a battle with myself,
You made me a prison
You shut me inů
Do I loathe me?
Do I love me?
Tell me true!
Great job! I can feel all the emotions you are expressing! GREAT!
Okay, Great Job, but all your poems that I have read involve tears, and paper... I think I'm seeing a pattern here... but otherwise, GREAT!
Really?? They Do!!!??! Lol, don't mind me, but what about "Dusk" and "Nightmare" not to metion "The Runaway"?? Thanks for the feedback though!!
its weaker than most ure other work...but more real, raw, how i like it - none of this william blake wanna b non sense ( which u usually do)...good lord save me....its alright....a scribble...wel named
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