my girlfriends say that
all men are cheaters
and liars, they
have boyfriends and say
that all men are the same
i couldn't grasp their words
for i haven't experienced being
taken for granted, or
crying lakes of tears on the floor
while my man walks away
leaving me behind an open door
my man is the grace
that i first knew
when God intervened my life
to make things new
he's not just an ear that listens
or a hand to hold on to,
but a living diary that my soul had written
with ink of sincerity that discerns the untrue
my man is a blameless child
i nursed from the start
and the only person who have dived
the depths of my heart
he is a good decipherer
who could tell my
variety of moods
in calm and disaster
sometimes it seems
he's too good for me
but no one, in anything,
is really worthy..
What did you think
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Hm. Interesting poem hun. I'd recommend trying to use correct grammar since sometimes it takes away from the poem; also, this poem seems a little disorganized and conveys almost a narcissistic side (i.e. the first stanza). Is it necessary to exploit your friend's troubles? Also, the last 2 lines seemed to through the poem off. I like the use of vocabulary here though, and I can sense that your emotions run deep. Good job, keep on writing; you've got potential.
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