How does it feel to know he’ll never love you like you love him? what does it feel like to know he can’t even stand to be in a room with you any longer let alone talk to you inside you carry your pain because no one in the outside world would ever understand the end is a part of your every beginning now where is the hope for a new sun? How does it feel?
" I dislike this piece most fervently." I think this is one of those poems where that doesn't matter, because she's just trying to convey her situation. And I suppose a comment like that also doesn't matter because it had no constructive message in it at all.
I can related with Nalencer :tongue: it's boring, lacks creativity, and doesn't transmit the emotion well either