The girl he loves is verdant, the very green of the hill kissed by the summer delight.
The girl he loves is coral, as pink as the roses that grow in his mother's garden.
The girl he loves is crimson, red like the autumn leaves that lay abandoned.
The girl he loves I can never be
Because he's allergic to violets,
And violets are too much like me.
Again, this poem... its nice. I mean it - the ending line does bring back the whole poem full circle, and it makes it clear that you aren't someone who should be bossed around. All in all, though - its nice. Really good.
Don't be disappointed in anything you write, sometimes it takes small steps to get back into the swing of things.
Besides, I love everything about this one, why should anyone have to be someone else in order to be loved?
Good on you.
I think there are times for everyone to feel like this, but be sure to stay just the way you are.
Always remember, that you are perfect in the eyes of a special someone out there in the world.
You just have to find each other, and even if it takes years, decades or a life time, when you meet that one person, who's able to turn your world upside down and to melt your heart like sweet chocolate, you will know that all the struggling and fighting for your love was totally worht it
So never give up - especially not yourself!
Never give up what you truly love, Matt!
Everyone can be an artist, if he just believes in what he's doing.
Always be proud of yourself and of what you were able to accomplish in life - even if it's 'just' a little poem
I'm sure you can do it and be an amazing writer!
(I lost a good night's sleep the last time I was working on a poem because there was always a word that just did not fit in the way I wanted it to.) Please, don't be too harsh when looking at your work.