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Sitting on her rooftop
With all the pouring rain
Time has seemed to stop
But she will still remain

Sitting on her rooftop
The world spinning around
The rain will never stop
It pours to the ground

Sitting on her rooftop
Singing softly to the beat
The music will never stop
It continues to repeat
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that is the start of my poem. what do you think? is it good? bad? its about me, and a real situation.
do you like it so far, or should i start over?

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mcoroyan Votes: +0	I like it! It's really good, and I think it describes a lot, in my opinion, already. report abuse vote down vote up


Anna T. Votes: +0	It's AMAZING! It fits the exact format for a poem that I learned in Lit. Add something like what this person is thinking about, upset about, or what her general personality is! Luv, Anna T. report abuse vote down vote up


ILoveJel... Votes: +0	Yeah! Its got a real feeling to it and you can understand it.Its great But dont put anything else about rain Maybe even add what she sees and how she feels . Your realy good at poetry.Your poem has real potential Honestly report abuse vote down vote up


goddess_... Votes: +0	I LOVEEEE it haha i think it is really good. love love love love love IT haha . your good. =) report abuse vote down vote up


mariahwi... Votes: +0	nice i like report abuse vote down vote up


nesha da new yorker Votes: +0	nice. I like it.. report abuse vote down vote up


lowackj Votes: +0	that is very good ive never heard anything like that! report abuse vote down vote up


KuhKrist... Votes: +0	i like it, its neat. Maybe add a little more dimension report abuse vote down vote up


Mow Your Own Lawn Votes: +0	I like it. It reminds me of houston. report abuse vote down vote up


cutieee =) Votes: +0	i really like that its great ! did you add more to it yet? report abuse vote down vote up


carpedie... Votes: +0	sitting on her rooftop with all the pouring rain time is standing still but she will still remain sitting on her rooftaop the world is spinning round the rain is ever raining it is spilling to the ground sitting on her rooftop singing softly to the beat the music is never ending it continues and repeats It reminds me of this: I hear the drizzle of the rain like a memory it falls soft and warm continuing tapping on my roof and walls. And from the shelter of my mind Through the window of my eyes I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets To England where my heart lies My mind's distracted and diffused My thoughts are many miles away They lie with you when you're alseep And kiss you when you start your day And a song I was writing is left undone I don't know why I spend my time Writing songs I can't believe With words that tear and strain to rhyme And so you see I have come to doubt All that I once held as true I stand alone without beliefs The only truth I know is you And as I watch the drops of rain Weave their weary paths and die I know that I am like the rain There but for the grace of you go I sorry, but that last verse you added sounds cheesy!! report abuse vote down vote up

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