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2/6/2012 11:18:36 AM
Hey There Hello my name is Bethany Chipperfield and I'm a 15 year old with a passion of poetry. I live in the United Kingdom in East Anglia and I am most inspired by the ideas of lost love or war. If you have any critiques of my poetry please say and always feel free to talk to me...I think that's about it
2/6/2012 11:27:39 AM
The Wait (not to sure on the structure) Each Second; an hour,
waiting. Constantly waiting.
For you.
Can't you see I'm shaking, quaking?
Destroyed masterfully by a shiver -
tearing up my spine,
ripping me deep.
Still, I wait for your promise
of simple words,
words are the only things that mean,
anything. Anymore.
Cold has struck higher, harder
hacking me deeply.
Cut into veins of ice, now I'm
devoid of hope.
Any hope of you.
Numb overtakes me, lacerates me, berates me
each limb now lost,
only for you.
Misguided I am left.
Waiting. An Eternity of waiting.
No hope.
No feeling.

(be as critical as you want all critism is welcome)
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