Comments : Sometimes

  • 16 years ago

    by ghosts in bloom

    I really enjoyed reading this poem.
    Short, but full of thought and power.
    These lines especially stuck out to me:

    "Blood drips slowly and stains where it lays,
    Trapt in another miserable day."

    Stroke of genius there, my dear.
    Again, tugging on my heart strings.

  • 16 years ago

    by jutt

    This was a good one. I like the way you write. Your flow is great.
    Thanks and keep it up plz.

  • This Here fits me perfectly you know what i am talking about.
    Sometimes innocence loses it's touch,
    And being perfect seems like too much.
    Changing just to fit in with the bunch,
    Looking so brave, but not feeling such.
    5/5 Caleb Hammett AKA UR BFF