When She's Gone
The air’s taste is stale
And the cold breeze stings my face
Because when she isn’t here
It’s not the same place
Even when there are other people around
Her presence can’t be replaced
I sit here with my pen and pad
As music blasts into my ears
Picturing her with that beautiful smile
While contemplating my emotional fears
I’m doing the best that I can
To hold back these lonely tears
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That feeling is pretty
That feeling is pretty gay... i've been there pleanty of times
Too clicheed
It's too clicheed but I guess that it's the way everyone has started in. I would give you advice, if you don't mind.
1. It happens to hear a catchy song, but you should NEVER use any words or ideas from the song in your poems.
2. NEVER use the same rhymes you have already used, because it's annoying.
3. Never write a word, a verse or a strofe if it is not necessarry. Any fillers are obvious and unpleasant.
It doesn't matter how slow you go, as long as you don't stop