Beautiful poem, it makes me sad kind of, with the recognition of loss, but its a kind of sweet sadness, you know?
like I'm not going to feel sad about this forever, and the experience is one that I'm never going to lose, even if I wont relive it again.

I loved it, but it makes me sad because I don't want to be mature if it means giving up such a great thing. Somthing that I love.

It's so sad, because it's entirely true. In order to grow up, we have to loose that blessed innocence inside us we don't really realize is there until it's gone.

This is a very good poem, cause it sort of made me think. And, of course, it's also really pretty.But I suppose I'm really reviewing because I wanted to talk...yeah...Is growing up really killing your 'former self'? That's what I sort of took it as, killing one's child self.I agree wholeheartedly with not remaining the same; but we also sort of do, you know? I think back, and wow! I'm still the same person! My name is still *!One of the really interesting bits of this poem, I think, is how it's not really clear whether it's negative or positive towards growing up. Yeah. I like this. A lot.Grin! Bye.-Bookerpiller

Sad.

By the way, your fic: At All Times (which you could post and no one would care if it had sex in it.. dun dun dun) is good. Very good. Perculiar at first and a little confusing. It makes more sense and is less confusing as we are exposed to more events. The more you read, the more you have to base decisions such as 'where in time is this happening?' on. e.g. once you know they had sex, you can work out where events occur in the sequence. hope that makes sense?

The idea of time and Matt thinking he can sort it all out is a bit odd. If I were there I wouldn't know how to stop it. However, who cares: it's a good fic.

Short and sweet. I liked it very much. There were some blatant breaks in the verse but eh, its just the style. Keep up the good work.

nice, again pleasing rhythm pattern. -Nchan

Wow that really is a unique spin on growing up, but it dies have a point. WHat does happen to the child in all of us? Great poem!

*nods* That is very true.