Your choice of words and word placement is beaitiful. It makes the poem flow so well and sound so interesting. Each line is so unique and each stanza can almost stand alone. Wonderful work and thank you for sharing.

that was amazing i love it. very very good

Oh, I adore this! I'm in love with this! I want to carve this into /my soul/ just so I can't forget it.

Brilliant. I wish I could give words to how this poem made me feel, but that's all I can say.

That. That was stunning. I have to say that I think that is one of my favourite poems on this whole site. Just wonderful, I wish I could write like you can.

x x x

I've been meaning to review this for so long. I love it so much. The rhyming is just amazing, and the words even more so. I have no words... just love. And the ability to add this to my favourites.

absolutly brilliant.

love, val

it reads like a song. interesting concept, too.

oh wow... i don't know what to say because I loved this SO MUCH. I loved the rhyming, and the style and just eveyrthing. This is going on my faves.

oh.wow. that's incredible, no lies no lies at all... the way it's written, the topic. normally i dont like much rhyming in poetry, but you - you've made it incredible. i loveit.

beautiful, poignant, haunting - jesus, f-ing Christ, you make the most crude words beautiful and even then you make it sound *nice*. oh, and i just love the wat you use "dying" without being melo-dramatic or cliche.

hmn, plus love "blistering to the touch, she burns in your hands" because who doesn't feel burned when touching the one thing you love? yeah, i am loving that line to infinity and something.

~* noelle

intoxicating, gorgeous, and seductive. way to go. ~*

extremely nice piece. it flows wonderfully.

"she's magdalene malevolent, juliet defiled"

my favorite line. beautiful.

Wow. This was insanely intense. Great job. Actually, it reminds me of the 5 minutes I watched of "Sin City". Anyway, I loved how it rhymed and its so dark. Great job.

Holy wow, this is amazing! I love how it rhymes, then it doesn't; there's a rhythm to it, then there isn't — almost chaotic.

~Christine ^.^