Unrequited love is one of the slowest deaths that I know of, taking into account the torment of speculation and watching as the one you love moves onwards with their life, constructing beauty while you still wait around in their shadow, wishing they'd only turn away from the light . . . You invoke the feeling of speculation well, I enjoyed this.
I think Kortni is with a muscular athlete now. To ask if she still pines for you is a real disappointment. You know what you need? A beer and a fat chick. They make you forget your troubles.
Since I'm not qualified enough to read a story, I searched for a poem so I can review it for You, I think Your words will be much better when the music will accompany with them, they have the beat, but I think the emotions will be more free with the music, that's my humble opinoin, I was thinking of Your (wow!) in Your chor and I was smiling, it added some sweetness and irony about this reality, nice touch I would say.
I hope You are taking my words in the good I mean them, and who knows, if I read it tomorrow I might change my opinion lol, Thank You for sharing.
The waiting game, only one plays it. The other getting on with it. Tragic to the one not moving on.
But we need the tragedy to write the poem.
Like it.
This is one on the emotional side. They pain that this person goes through is very tragic. It brought tears to my eyes as i read this, knowing that i can relate to it. that is very good you can get your readers to emotionally attach to your stories.
I liked the song. I need a country bar and a large glass of whiskey.
"maybe love will find me, but you've already set me free.
Girl, what'd do? I still love you. My heart pines over you!"
Those loving and leaving songs are needed when little is left in the cold night. Always a pleasure to read your work.
Coyote
Unrequited love is one of the slowest deaths that I know of, taking into account the torment of speculation and watching as the one you love moves onwards with their life, constructing beauty while you still wait around in their shadow, wishing they'd only turn away from the light . . . You invoke the feeling of speculation well, I enjoyed this.
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