Please critique this poem i wrote,?
oderin asked:
Do I talk when I dream?
Do I spill the truth above my pillow,
Do you spill the pill all over the truth…
We could live in paradise if you follow my lead,
We can write our names with our feet,
Dreaming of being home and alone,
Is what keeps our minds off, our minds off (our minds are off)
You are in love with the wounded enemy,
Morphine his heart, he Is all yours,
Does it shine too bright?
So my ring does nothing more than be pretty?
I opened your door and I found a drawer,
I felt my hands “checking up” on you,
A note fell into my palm, reading…
“somebody end me before I have to”
Devastation leads to apprehension,
So lets pretend I didn’t see anything
(i have more if you would like to read them)
Tags: Critique, Devastation, Truth
June 30th, 2009 at 2:35 pm
Nice try.