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Isabel's Poems
:angel:Saphira, an angel from heaven
died in vain she loved everyone everyone hated her a school shooting brought her death she loved until the end she went to heaven only to tour Hell Happy Birthday You just Killed An Angel My love, Is the one I dream about My love, Is the one I can't live without My love, Is the one I want to be with My love, Is the one that said 'I love you' 30 times in 20 minutes He's the one Is it true? Yes, With those sexy cowboy boots That country boy hat That tiny room he calls his house That obbession with tractors and cars The way you chew The way you kiss The way you ride your bike, Take pride in all you do Love me with your heart, mind, body and soul Tell me, please, Lord Almighty! What, in Your beautiful world, Did I do to deserve him? I love him I love him more than anything on the Earth But I love You, Lord For bringing him into my life And I pray he will stay in my life forever. And whatever I did won't affect our relationship too much. I miss him already. I want him forever. Talk to him Lord, help him through this rough time. Please let him know, I love him, that will never change. Let him feel my love for him, and let him feel the pain I'm going through right now. Thank You Lord:heart::heart::headdesk::heart: Soulless, lifeless, Without you I am nothing A heap of flesh With a colorful name No joy No heart No smile Where did you go? Why did you leave me? I know that I love you You say you love me no matter what So why? What is there to think about? Soulless, lifeless, Without you I am nothing A heap of flesh With a colorful name. |
Your off to a good start, maybe lengthen lines or add some rhyme schemes?
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Yes, I was thinking about doing some of that when typing it, but I wrote most of these years ago, except the pinkish one. I did that one just now.
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I think they'd be really good if just redone a bit. That's always the fun part on looking back on old poetry you've written, you can improve things and what not.
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I don't know, with poems, I down right refuse to redo them. If I redo them I hate them. I don't know why exactly. With stories, plays etc. I always redo and edit those. But on poems I refuse.
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