sitting in the doorway of her room, wondering how it has come to this....
so much anger in her heart, and hate in her eyes..
sitting in that doorway with the letter in her hands, asking herself how could he hurt her so bad..
she thought there was love.. passion through the night, but all there was, was pain, thats just not right..
sitting in the doorway of her room, gazing at his lifless body on that bedroom floor, hoping for some kind of movement but seeing none..
how could there be so much anger and hate after all those years?
thinking back she now knows how.. his drinking, his beatings, and his staying out late..
sitting in the doorway of her room..........
i understood it....
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"sitting in the doorway of her room, gazing at his lifless body on that bedroom floor, hoping for some kind of movement but seeing none..
how could there be so much anger and hate after all those years?" these lines are brilliant, i really understood where you are coming from, if you ever need to talk just email me, if you want you can email me on my hotmail address (just ask and ill give it to you) the flow of this piece is very good, i also love the title, the *....* may not be needed though, your lines tend to get a bit long but you can cut them down it will make the poem appear better. I also like how you last line is almost the same as the title and the 1st one quite clever, usually i just have the last line as a title and you have it in alot of the lines but having it in the 1st makes it stand out. so who is this about? anyways you dont have to tell me the ans to that question. Well done and keep the GREAT work up!!!!
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i liked the write very much,
it tells of love for one
maybe not the best but none the less it is a great poem, great work sweetie, i loved the end how she understood truely what it was nice job, much love
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its ok but i bet the original was better
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