Thoughts in a cold, winter night Wondering in the night, thinking through and through, Wondering if I might ever be with you. For when I see your beauty, When I see your eyes, it seems you are the pirate's booty, and i, the one that lies. The things I feel, these hands of yours, My heart begins to heal and jump, out of all the horrors, In my throat begins a lump. In the winter, when you're cold, My hands are here for you to hold, this heart of mine is to you, sold.
Cool poem! It's really well writen, I myself read it 3 times before posting this. Really cool poem! :)
*coughs man coughs* Wy are you surprised? when poems ans stories are well writen and have a good sense, they always get good feedback!
Kind loving opinion: Its pretty and rhymes. Real Opinion : Its trite, cliche, and needs revision. I don't see anything in this poem I havn't read 100 times elsewhere. Try to separate yourself with better concrete images.