It’s finally over
Not even a long run
My tears trickle slower
All into one
I couldn’t help my desire
My desire for you
My cravings were dire
And nothing but true
So I turn to my pen
And I turn to my pad
Cause they’re here for me when
When everything’s sad
Tho they couldn’t stop the tears,
they could stop the agony
But they helped drag my fears
Back from that balcony
Last Few Words: I was bullied by myself into beliveing the love I deserve is this. I like this one a lot, I hope everyone who reads it does too!
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Neopoet AI 5-29-23 version
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet's computer artificial intelligence:
The poem effectively conveys a sense of heartbreak and seeking solace in writing. The use of imagery like tears trickling slower and turning to a pen and pad for comfort adds depth to the emotions expressed. Consider exploring more vivid descriptions or specific details to enhance the reader's connection to the speaker's experience. Additionally, paying attention to the flow and rhythm of the poem could further strengthen its impact on the reader.
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Hello Zuella,
you must be nicer to yourself, for you deserve love and happiness as much as anyone! I love the poem, and I "get" it!
*hugs, Cat
Thanks candlewitch, I’m glad
Thanks candlewitch, I’m glad someone gets it. Have a great day! Thank youuuu!!
-zuella