As the rain drop hits the window sill, All i can think about is you
I see your reflection in the puddles that collect on the ground.
I so confuse, i dont know what to do " Should I run or Stand still'
We were the closes that's what you said to me, but as i look around were
could you be.
I guess it was all just in my memory......
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ReplyDeleteI want to start by saying that I like the poem...but the rest of my comment is going to be a little negative and picky. Before you publish to the blog, I would suggest editing your work. The errors distract the reader and your work loses its rhythm (which is essential in poetry).
ReplyDeleteMr. Shields
I agree with Shields. The entire feel of the poem is great but I got a little hung up by the errors. Keep it up Angel!!
ReplyDeleteMrs. Mense
Thanks for the construtive criticism
ReplyDeleteAhh, young love and loss! I remember those days. ^_- HEAVY emotion, HEAVY hearts!
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