Buried deep

As the troubles get more steep,

it gets harder to deny.

the girl's buried deep,

and sorrows piled high.

 

Tears start to flow,

but only when she's alone.

She can't let them know,

how soft she's grown.

 

They don't have a clue,

she cries until she passes out.

No one knows but I do.

I know because I'm the one your thinking about.

Author's Note

This is the first poem i have written in a long time. I would like to know how i did honest opinions

Reviews

[afra]

i like like it ..well done

[Mazie Tackett]

thank you so much for that i thought i was losing my touch

[afra]

np ...you are a great writer

[Mazie Tackett]

thx

[Harley (arbiter)]

Your too awesome to lose your touch

[afra]

i agree with harley

[Destinyxi]

If this is true, then I hope you cheer up soon. This is a good write. The rhymes, the rhythm, the easy flow of it, it was nice to read.

[Jordan A. Wilson]

I liked it. The flow in the last stanza was thrown off just a tiny bit for me personally with the length of the last line. But I thought it was really good. Nice work.

[Mazie Tackett]

Ya I was thinking about shortening that line to I'm the one your thinking about thanks for your honesty

[Harley (arbiter)]

Well I liked it. I can relate too. Cept imma guy lol but yeah it was great. And if ya ever need someone I'm here. :)

[Mazie Tackett]

I know you always are thank harley baby =) lylab

[Harley (arbiter)]

Love ya too hun