threm.

SHE IS YOUR POT OF GOLD Give her a thousand roses, for all I care Serenade her on top of your lungs Kiss her as long as you can And ...

Love’s risk It starts with a smile Then grows to a kiss Traveling miles, To feel true bliss. People fantasize, Of rare true love ...that never dies I think I ...

I always stare at you, when you're not looking. and this is a bit stalker-ish. :) Laughing, or talking when you walk by. Hoping that maybe you'll notice me, the ...

My name is threm. NO. Don't spell it with a capital letter. it's just threm. That's not my real name of course. I'm fourteen and I love poetry and romance ...

My suggestion for you is not use so complex words... sometimes it's effective. Oftentimes, it lessens the appeal of the poetry. But nonetheless, as a whole, your poetry is good. ...

this is good... but of course, it could be better. Some parts are a little confusing to me. haha. maybe it's my brain that's not functioning. :) -threm.

I can’t hold on to this forever I’m in a sick winding road To many paths to turn to I don’t know which one to take I can’t hold on ...