Oh, what wise tales I spun.
I reflect on my past, stored on this page.
I ruminate over pictured words of how I once defined love.
They are all written here,
the desires, the fantasies,
the past feelings...
the arduous declarations
for those that could never love me.
What words I have wasted!
for the recreant boys I carelessly called 'men'.
wow... sooo intersting... short but rich and deep with meaningful way... yeah past is always to be he best... I can feel, how your sweet teenage hav gone to your past... well done and dear favorite poetess friend..its good and this will go to book too with my wish... greattttt
thanks for critiquing mine again! Yes I'm 15, I guess a lot of people do start while they're teens because they have so much to say about whats going on in their lives. It's awesome that we started around the same time!
Poetry and Piano are ways I vent. I usually write a poem and end up putting music to it :D
I love doing that!