In the way "Confessions of an English Opium eater" is great, this poem is a good rhymer that has a powerful ending "I have to say goodbye now that I see, all of the deception you try on me." I'm no great poet or critic, this poem to an average reader should flow smooth, in it's cruel intentions to expose the truth of modern relationships.
It's an atypically rhyming poem, but it's very honest and sincere and acheives the sad mood (maybe it wants to) of a break-up, emotions a large majority feel. It's about things we think of and never say.
I like 'Fortunately I don't care what others think or say.' Poetry is not just finding rules of english, even machines know that. Some capitals are not required and the flow should be more smooth but as it is, no one should ridicule emotions.
Now that's worth hitting upon random reviewing, I would summary it as - a child finds an epiphany moment about growing old, a yet hazy unknown thing. Filled by awe the child wonders at emotions are stifled beneath those wrinkles
I don't remember giving full marks to 10 things I hate about you, for an adolescent poetry about depression, misunderstand me saying it's too short,(so is this review) dark or cynical. Reality is dark. I'm not in any group, sorry, I think it's too late to start now
Here I am an old man, waiting for the rain. I would like to join simply positive. All situations are not democracies, with tragically limited resources and a brooding lives around me, I want to make decisions based on options not votes, anyone can be my leader, if you please.
It's a delightful fantasy, this can open a book pretty well that has drama, romance or sorrow. I don't have any ulterior motive, I don't want gp's or you to read my stories, I have written in this genre, sometimes with blatant honesty about a tragic biographies and minds in conflict. Please do write another chapter, that will prove continuity and can explain a lot, in mist here, it's sweet and short. Plot summary: In era where the good guy need not win, a dreamy tale of a common woman with her explicit emotions and desires that search satiety hither and thither. The boy need not be older, How's cather in the rye?
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