I left a big long comment. And now I have to retype it. >.< Blarh.
And put the cap on just to save your breathe.
A broken, bruised and ripped mess of polyester; one girl for the price of ten.
[[Ohhh. That's a burn. Yet. So true.]]
It's a little bit concieted to tell me this is all of your fault
And I'll bury my nose into another text book to see my sore eyes through.
I suppose this is the last time I will see you right in front of me
So please just let me say this one thing, one more thing..
Jesus couldn't do a goddamn thing to save you.
[[F, Ian. This staza gave me chills. I'm about to read it to my ex. =/. It's so precise, so to the exact emotion; simply bravo. There's nothing else I can say.]]
I loved this piece and that ending was a killer. Wonderful job, Ian, as always.
This is the poem Philly had to memorize? Yeah? Well.. I cannot even begin to remember which poems I have read and which ones I have not.. so mind me if I comment them all. Although, the flow is a bit.. shifty?.. The overall meaning was clear. Good work with this one, Penguin. :]].
You write about super sad stuff, but it's good so who cares. I want to say again I really like the way you write, it's sounds so beautiful. When I'm reading it music comes to mind too. Like these could be lyrics to a heartfelt song. Great poem.