Okay, well I wrote this free verse poem that really means something to me, and one of my friends read it. After wards she started laughing and she told me it was the worst poem ever. What do you think?
His eyes speak to me
For they are the color of my soul.
My sadness is overwhelming
It's like my heart has turned blue
Nothing matters much more
Because everything is empty
But in his eyes I see fullness
They are filled to the brim with a beautiful blue
I can see myself inside them
They reflect my heart perfectly
Sadly, I don't reflect him
For he is as happy as the sun
I am just an empty being of what once was
And he is full.
His eyes speak to me
For they are the color of my soul.
My sadness is overwhelming
It's like my heart has turned blue
Nothing matters much more
Because everything is empty
But in his eyes I see fullness
They are filled to the brim with a beautiful blue
I can see myself inside them
They reflect my heart perfectly
Sadly, I don't reflect him
For he is as happy as the sun
I am just an empty being of what once was
And he is full.