Rose lae
April 27th, 2007, 07:48 PM
Hey, Im new and I would like my poem critiqued. Thanks.
Your words are eloquently trapped in ink and paper. They fall, teasingly from your lips so sweet, splashing the paper. They fall dead upon the air as you say them, wordless you speak, moving lips, soundless, in the chill of night. I choose to listen to your words, wanting to hear them again. Wanting to speak them as you do, but my efforts are in vain. For no one can speak those teasing words. Make them fall from their lips so sweet, make them fall dead in the air in the chill of night, only for you to hear.
Your words are eloquently trapped in ink and paper. They fall, teasingly from your lips so sweet, splashing the paper. They fall dead upon the air as you say them, wordless you speak, moving lips, soundless, in the chill of night. I choose to listen to your words, wanting to hear them again. Wanting to speak them as you do, but my efforts are in vain. For no one can speak those teasing words. Make them fall from their lips so sweet, make them fall dead in the air in the chill of night, only for you to hear.