I just wrote this poem about the worst thing that just happened to me. I need your opinions and suggestions on how to make this better. Thanks.
You ring me along
Into the depths of your insanity,
Penitence and I
Are the only things that don't
Cross your manipulative mind
I speak to you
But my voice is nearly the wind,
I poke your rough skin
But I am merely an insect
Writhe and burn
Friend you were
You ring me along
Into the depths of your insanity,
Penitence and I
Are the only things that don't
Cross your manipulative mind
I speak to you
But my voice is nearly the wind,
I poke your rough skin
But I am merely an insect
Writhe and burn
Friend you were