by a broken smile with a broken heart is a poets life Nov 17, 2008
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
Little arms keep reaching up. |
by Rolo
I liked this poem. Each line is dripping with the pain you tried to convey. I'm able to both empathize and sympathize, which made for a personal read. I like the concept of being a puppet and having no control, simple yet it gets your point across effectively. Nicely done. I'm very sorry it took me so long to read. 5/5. |