"The keys to the doors are missing
They've been gone for a very long time
Can you wipe my eyes when I'm crying?
Cause crying is a crime"

From a poem I recently wrote. Could you please read and comment it?

"So give me my knife
it's what I need
it is my kind of heroine,
my very own Speed"

From my poem "I'm sorry I can't let you in"

My hands are tied... My body bruised, he's got me with... Nothing to win and nothing left to lose