Poetry / Fan Blades. (Analysis)

Watching fan blades do their thing
around around around

Waiting for the start of dreams
but no winks to be found

The clock ticks by and still I lie
the conscience state remains

And all I do is think of you
Oh how it stays the same

So another night rolls by
my head still all unsure

Hearing things I wish you'd say
inspecting ceiling to floor.

Reviews

October 07, 2008

eminemslove85

REVIEW QUALITY: 0.0%(1 vote ) personal info reviewer stats

No. of Reviews	Overall Quality	Comment Followup
379	25.3% (162 votes)	22.8%

Age	Gender	Location	Last Login
23	F	Danville, IL	November 19

eminemslove85 reviewed Version 1 - Read 100% of the Item

hello there,

that was a prett good poem, i really didnt get the jest of it tho. make u could add more to it. it was kinda like a cliff hanger, and it didnt make much sense.

hope this helps

• add/view comments (0)

There are no comments on this review.

You must login to the site or create an account in order to post a comment.

Showing 1 - 1 of 1