All in all
You’re a lover
I never got to
Enter.
Fingers lacing buttons
On a shirt
I don’t see anymore.
What’s in your wardrobe now?
And what colour
Does he like
To love you in?
All in all You’re a lover I never got to Enter. Fingers lacing buttons On a shirt I don’t see anymore. What’s in your wardrobe now? And what colour Does he like To love you in? |
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hope you didn't take this as harsh! and don't be fooled, i really like this one ^.^
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Hmm..the spacing. i can see where you're coming from. but i like it. hmm the singling out of 'all' and 'to' is just there to break it up, that's why enter is on its own in bold, i was hoping to kind of..hmm..make enter very important. hmm. i don't like long lines. i find my work difficult to read if its in long lines and much prefer the broken maybe even uneven behaviour of my words. this poem and most of my poems, are always broken, they're generally exact thoughts thrown down, bitty and a little rough. and that was me trying to justify the bad spacing. thanks for commenting, i appreciate it, you always make me either think about change, or realise why i don't want to change it. xx
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