This was tragic, in an almost exciting way. Odd, yes?
It was brilliant how you used the bolding of "Alice is dying."
That simple act really made this one of a kind, bravo.

Hmm. In the 4th line, you bolded two s's. I'm assuming that wasn't intentional.
"Broken glass, she’s left with nothing
but a broken dream, and some things
never change, her feet are bleeding-"
I think the repeating of broken was a little superfluous, you could've changed one of them into something else. Also, those lines seem a little off when compared to the rest of the piece. Those few things really destroy the flow.

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thats brilliant

amazing. I love what you did whith the bold text, though I think you have an extra "s" in line four.

This is a really awesome poem and i highly commend you on it. I also managed to see the Alice Is Dying part... thats pretty cool... Well Done!!

Catch, Dani

alice is dying. Your cover is gone. Where to turn to when even yourself deserts you? A beautiful poem. My all time favorite. Must show to My Vampire.

** Awesome. That's not much good as a review, but man, that's just ** awesome.

toward the middle it loses the good rythem it had... u can change the word choice and it may make it easyer to read...

wow poor alice, and i hope im not the only one to notice the bolding letters spell out to your pen name?

adding to my c2 because this is wonderfully written and a unique poem!

i love this.such rich imagery.and i love the fact that there's a rhyme to this, because frankly, i suck at rhyming. haha.

I ♥ to the highest degree the "hidden" message in here :) that was awesome :) and well written as always with blissful imagry

Oh my God!

I love this poem, it's so painfully beautiful. It connects with me somewhere deep inside! I can relate to the "she's left with nothing but a broken dream".

You're poems are delicious. I can't seem to get enough of them.

oh, my god. this is beautiful. and the letters in bold, it finally occured to me what they said...genius.

Ohh...Yum. This is great. I love this one. I will snuggle and huggle and love it until it gets all crinkled and unreadable but by that time I'll have it memorized so it wont matter that I can't read it because I'll know it off by heart! That's how great I thought it was. Especially this line: "Her heart has rotted in her chest, a withered thing within her breast." and this one: "She’s wasting away even as she spins. Little Alice never wins." Ok..I have to go clean the table now, but I'll be back to review some more --nods-- I will.

Beautifully, painfully melancholy. It truly pulls at something within me and very slowly unravels it. So subtle, particularly the message writ within the poem itself. I hardly know what to say; every word flows so perfectly into the other. Gorgeous.

her nickname is alice.

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'alice is dying.' ** perfect. i'm so glad you've been posting again, i love everything you've been writing lately. the format, the ideas, the originality, it's all ** amazing. this is incredible.