It is innocent torture, isn't it? The day forced to shine bright, Because unknowing winds thought that Washing away the clouds was the best thing. Rain is needed. It makes the weeds grow. It's blameless enough abuse, right? Fruit picked sweet and ripe from the vine, Because if it were to fall from the tree, Then so much substance would be lost. Decay is needed. It lets the mold grow. It is an angel's transgression, is it not? A woman forced to outlive her time, Because knowing hands thought to ease the pain And no one ever really wants to die anyway. Death is needed. It lets the past grow.
Reason for writing:
Well this is not really about this poem, but just something on my mind. The comment page,is called comment page for a reason. It's not called the "compliment page" hehe. All poets must understand, it is constuctive critizctm. So please, understand if I critisize your work, I am not trying to bash you or your talent. I am merely stateing my opinion, and nothing more. You can take it, or leave it, but don't let it upset you :-)
Birth sign: Libra
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