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your stellar
i could sit for hours upon hours
and just listen to you speak your words,your voice your essence makes me weak so astonished, so amazed id lost all hope, but gained it all back within a single gaze your stellar and im a product of mediocrity please dont stop, i cowar before you i need you right now just to hear you speak ...your voice...your words your mind, beautiful mind be mine beautiful mine, your stellar. |
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isn't that the whole point of poetry though, TO articulate what's on your mind to others, to write words on your feelings to raise them forth in others?
this didn't seem like the kind of deep shit peice that would cause what you were going for - the whole "i'm feeling something, but i want them to feel something else" thing it was a mediocre peice to start, stop making excuses and covering your ass. you can do better. |