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Me, I, My Book.

There is more to me,
then meets the eye.
There is more to me,
than you  &  I,
could ever, comprehend.
Didn't mean to offend,
it's the truth.
Oh, where do I begin?
Us with our uncouth,
behavior. It seems to never end,
it just keeps on unravelin.
Like the Never Ending Story,
he who holds my book.
Controls my fate.

Author notes

Hi, I know I have not been on here in a while, I figured it was about time for me to put somethin new on here. So let me know what you think of it!
Bye, A.

Any tips? I want to make this better.

    I plan to revise this poem: please leave constructive criticism!
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  • Bianca Melody
    June 5

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    second line, should be than not then.
    and unravelling.
    sorry to be picky about spelling. =]
    anyhow, moving on.
    i am in love with this poem
    it is a great write.
    and you should be proud.
    love
    bianca melody
    xx

    • AnonyMoore
      June 5
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      Thanks.

      Thank you for your critic, and I meant to not put a g on unravel... and the than not then, but thanks anyway. Comment on some of my other poens, and Ill comment on yours. Have a nice day and thanks for the comments. I should have some more poems up soon. And it wasn't been picky, Im like that too, lots of poeple are, its just how we are, lol. Bye.

      Thanks,
      A.