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Ushered in through darkness sweet,
the shadows grow across the floor.
Terrified; beguiled with splendour,
but of what i can't be sure.

The night creeps in like tired ladies,
sad and soft; alone unsure.
Searching for the fuel to feed it,
the pain that still remains so pure.

Of broken hearts and lovesick men,
i'll tell you stories oh so true.
The pain of loss remains unspoken,
of shattered hearts, i've known a few.

Terrified of memories...
i've tried so hard not to remember.
As i watch this fire flicker,
growing pain and glowing ember.

That was fantastic, it had good rythem and i can picture it used as lyrics, emotionally i felt i had a good purpose, too me it was about a love gone sour, but who knows i never interpret them as they are meant to be

oooh..... thanks, i feel loved, heehee

it's sorta about love gone sour, more accurately love snatched, but thank you,

blessed be

i don't think this needs any criticism.

thanks, you guys are quite encouraging

- blessed be

You have good rhyme and word choice, good use of simile. The cadence is actually quite eneven which throws me off, no set meter. e.g. the number of syllables per line is 7897, 9788 etc with no fixed pattern of stressed syllables. You could go that little bit further and perfect the structure.

very good
and yes, this could easily be lyrics
(I'm a songwriter)
throw a chorus and bridge on it
and you're in business
very nice

wow! I really dig that tired ladies similie. good work!

thanks guys...

i understand what your saying about cadence, i think i say it differantly in my head than it sounds when you read it for the first time... i'll work on that in future

- blessd be