Her hands hold black dripping paint;
The darkened color of her heart,
Her palms, she faces towards me,
Where sorrows form an art.
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That was my favorite stanza. It just brought out the whole poem. Even though it was great altogether but yeah. I don't know what to say...this was intense...lol. I love it! 5/5

Take care!

- Glendaliz // Poetess

Wow! I really like this poem! It's very...unnique, but in a good way! =) Definitely 5/5 on this one.

Also, how do you write so many poems, i've noticed that you write about 4-5 a week! And they're always good poems...i never have that many, and if i did they wouldn't be nearly as good!

x.xBrokenx.x

Incredibly sad, but so well written...

"Her hands hold black dripping paint;
The darkened color of her heart,
Her palms, she faces towards me,
Where sorrows form an art."
^^^ Awesome stanza and the last line is perfection...

+.+I like it. It creates an image in your head. 5/5. Just AwSuM!! LOL+.+

This is simply stunning. You've managed to do an amazing job with this. I can almost see this hateful woman in front of me, covered in black paint and filled with pain. Good job!

That was just EXCELLENT! i think you should send it in for a contest.

Amazing! it's real deep. i lov the ending. keep writing:)

Nice poem it is really good
it sounded real sad and dark

Thats kinda weird

but i respect ur talent

kk...*

Wow...this is really cool i like it...