06-05-2015, 10:24 AM
(05-18-2015, 05:39 AM)i.might.be.a.bit.sad Wrote: You came to class drunk.I think this is a very unique love poem. Not cliche.
I know we aren’t speaking,
but you were, are, my
First. A couple of people commented on this saying that the punctuation was a bad choice, or something... but, I like it. It comes off as a nervous thought.
I want to know what is wrong but...
she tells me this is normal. im confused about who she is? I like the but... it's like your regathering your thoughts after the previous nervous thought...
This is not normal.
You got a tattoo yesterday…I’m worried.
You said you were past it, but is anyone really past it? the first stanza was pretty strong, I think that this stanza is weak and repetitive (yeah, the words mean different things but they are said a lot.. a lot of pronouns.....
I’m not.
You said you didn’t like me,
like that,
but I like you, like that.
Can’t I still be worried? Can’t I still love you?
Will you ever let someone love you?
After a strong start I kind of wish the second stanza a little more tight. I get lost in a sea of yous and likes....
I also think that the internal rhyme in the second stanza, which I think is unintended, softens the terse tone that the first half of poem has.. it turns kind of sing songy.... "you said you" "you got a tattoo" "Dooby dooby do"

