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To my Love (Other) by Jessina Let me whisper to you the music of my heart
Which I keep for you as my most treasured art
Each morning I see your winsome smile
My heart leaps for your care for a while
Your gentle charisma rekindles the core of my soul
Like the hot cinders of flaming coal
Your face shines like a moon so silvery white
Sketching my dreams with vibrant hues so bright
You are a cascade of ardent love which is brimming
Who always cheer up my heart and makes it blooming
Your are the alluring fervor of my breathtaking life
An effervescent charm who makes me smile in days of strife
I always wish to be in your arms so lovely
That invigorates my passion and makes my life so lively
Up the ladder:
Fake, Emo and Over Shaven
Down the ladder:
Mellow
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 5.25
Posted: June 22, 2011 2:21 AM PDT; Last modified: June 22, 2011 2:21 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.029801 Overall Rank: 7367 Comments:
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cause breaking it can result in a broken jaw.
Uninspired rhyming causes me to smile.
My heart leaps at the chance to be vile.
Cliche prattle which mentions your soul
quickens my need for a needle in the hole.
Your drivel shines like meth so glittery white,
causing me to twitch in revulsion at night.
Your poem is a cascade of uninspired crap brimming
with the detritus of youth-- pubescent emotions blooming,
filling the air with the sound of frustrated screaming.
Woe to you, gripped in this particular sad stage of life--
you who hasn't yet come to understand the pains of real strife.
I wish that you'd reconsider sharing such poetry
because such lousy writing is far from lovely;
it causes my critique to be insultingly rude & lively.