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Submitted by docmaverick on 5 September 2007 - 12:24am.
Style / Type:
Western Classic
My maturity level tells me
you can’t make someone love you,
the most you can do is stalk them
and hope they’ll start thinking of you.
It takes years to build up trust
and just suspicion to destroy it,
I know depression’s anger without enthusiasm
that’s why I don’t enjoy it.
Don’t compare yourself to others
they’re more screwed up than you think,
age is a high price to pay for maturity
and it can drive people to drink.
Take a second look at people
who complain when their life is soft,
pay no attention to what you wear
for it’s all how you take it off.
None of this makes sense at all
but in many ways it does,
just say you read this for whatever reason
and I wrote it, just because.
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?
