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Why: My girlfriend recently broke up with me so I am giving her one last gift before we go our seperate ways. You never truly get over your first true love. My heart cries like a wounded zebra but I know in due time I will be fine. What do you think of this poem? I am seventeen years old, (she is 18) I hope to become an aspiring author someday. Feel free to critique. Constructive criticism is great! I only want to get better. Thank you!
You stepped on my heart
With your black stilettos shoes
Leaving dents as wide as the Pacific Ocean,
As long as the Nile River
Vessels once filled with love and compassion
Are now filled with anger as the blood of adoration
Has ceased to flow and the walls of affection
Have become thick with a plaque made of grief and anguish
What is love anyway?
Is it a feeling or an emotion?
What is the point of falling in love?
Only to have it whisked away in a moments glance?
In yet, picking up the shattered pieces
of my wounded self esteem,
And refurnishing the tainted furniture
Of my confused mind swirling with mixed emotions
I have come to realize that I should enjoy life’s fruit
Although there may come a time when it may wither and spoil
In its place resides fruit even more sweeter and more gratifying
Only I shall know when it is ripe for the picking
I feel the most peculiar sensation traveling the length of my body
It eats away at my conscious and ravishes the depths of my soul
Permeating every
You stepped on my heart
With your black stilettos shoes
Leaving dents as wide as the Pacific Ocean,
As long as the Nile River
Vessels once filled with love and compassion
Are now filled with anger as the blood of adoration
Has ceased to flow and the walls of affection
Have become thick with a plaque made of grief and anguish
What is love anyway?
Is it a feeling or an emotion?
What is the point of falling in love?
Only to have it whisked away in a moments glance?
In yet, picking up the shattered pieces
of my wounded self esteem,
And refurnishing the tainted furniture
Of my confused mind swirling with mixed emotions
I have come to realize that I should enjoy life’s fruit
Although there may come a time when it may wither and spoil
In its place resides fruit even more sweeter and more gratifying
Only I shall know when it is ripe for the picking
I feel the most peculiar sensation traveling the length of my body
It eats away at my conscious and ravishes the depths of my soul
Permeating every