If I didn't know you were young--I'd never know.
You speak like an adult in an adult's world. Maybe that's why you worry for the loss of a child. You never have to lose that child even if everyone else does. --J.

This is one of the best sestinas that I've ever read (really, I don't touch much form-poetry, as I call it, so that probably doesn't count for much, but it was still amazing). You were able to use the words well, and none of it felt forced.

Great job. Seriously, I'd send you cake just for writing this. I'm going through the same, "oh my metaphorical god, did I kill the child inside?" phase-thing, so it was great to read something that spoke to that.
-Cristina

PS: Percy Bysshe Shelley is awesome!

You told me about the 'fading colors' at our last sleepover, I think. I'm pretty sure you haven't killed your inner-child yet, so don't worry. That doesn't happen until you get married, or something.

That's really good! So a sestina doesn't have to be all poetryy (word?lol) it's like a story? You didn't rhyme either, but that's okay. Rymes are nice to the ears, but impossible to write.

Also, in response to a PM, I hate haiku's. Those stupid restrictions...what's the point? Just about the time I get going, I have to stop! It bugs me!