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I wrote this about my (now ex) boyfriend, but still felt something about the poem, if not him. I'd amor some criticism on it (hopefully constructive) :).


Treacle dripping from our scars
Pooling on a jagged floor
You are gone, still I know
From clustered trees and homemade vows

That we are one. And as you lead
Your life of promise, graft and need
Know that we are one the same
Intertwined are coração at name.



You may notice that only the segundo verse rhymes, this is an attempt to show the idea of a one-sided relationship in its form in it's one-sided rhyme scheme. This is probably quite stupid- let me know.

The school sino rang, school was over. I felt happy. As I sat down on the bus, Bruno sat beside me. I smiled at him. And he said "So, where are you going?" "I'm going home. Where else?" I said. The bus ride início was faster with him talking to me. The bus stopped. My block. As I got off the bus my head screamed once again, "He is the helper" I walked inside the house and did my homework. Hoping no one would pass por and see I had no parents there. No one did. I watched TV. I felt lonely now. Someone knocked on the door slowly. I yelled "It's open!" And Bruno came in. I asked him why he was here. He said nervously "My mom and dad aren't início I guess. I dont have a key and I banged on the door but they didn't answer." Then he looked around and said "Where are your parents?" I replied without any emotion, "Oh! They're working. They never come início til' like midnight" And he watched TV with me. I felt happy. But still felt bad. What if he is a bad-guy? I may not know. But I will soon