Too many complex words. There isnt a mix of simple and complex here, which makes the poem almost unbearable.
My perfect snowflake of nothing but lace
A sight to behold an artists vision
Drifts from the sky like a dancer of grace
Carved and unique all lines precision
Points, curves, swirls and curls all perfectly made
Smooth and light not a single flaw in sight
So beautifully done sharp as a blade
Simple yet elegant no need for plight
Inches from the ground it stands on its own
Hundreds of others are cracked and broken
No need for mending they cannot be sewn
The silence of the trees no words are spoken
In the night a glistening sheen
In the morning a radiant sunbeam
Why is everything so ****ing hard for me? Keep me down to what you think I should be! Must you tempt me and provoke the ministry? Keep on trying I'm not dying so easily!
Too many complex words. There isnt a mix of simple and complex here, which makes the poem almost unbearable.
Seduced by Flesh
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