You can tell me,
That there's no fire!
Structure's not well,
Needs more desire!
You don't know all. It hurts alot
You cannot see and go forth
You don't like novels,
Not great rythmes,
Just can't feel deeper
And deny all.
You look at surface, cannot find,
The real emotions, lie behind it
You see the form but not inside,
The inspiration you don't like.
Your critic's pointless, very plain.
You are so common, second-rate!
To a very common and secod-rate person
© Copyright: Катя Китти, 2011
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