Shaqwanni

IF ONLY IN MY DREAMS Oh the places we have been, if only in my dreams, You filled my heart with love, bursting at the seams, These words I write tonight have never been so true, I catch myself each day, remembering love with you, I still can feel it, though so many years have passed, I am yours and it’s evident with every breath I gasp, In those dreams, we hold hands along a vibrant beach, But a dream is all it is, for your hand is out of reach, I am hopeless to be thinking of you in such a way, And I am speechless with these things I want to say, Tragic are the emotions that fester inside my heart, For these dreams so lucid are rippin

"He has the right to criticize who has the heart to help." - Abraham Lincoln Introduction: You've read guides, you've heard the propaganda, and now there's no going back. You've decided: "I want to write critiques too!" Looking out over the gray expanse of dA, you spot a poem. Or a photograph. Or a juicy piece of digital art, and you know exactly what you want to say. Or maybe you don't, but you slog through, making the effort. And voila! A click and you navigate away, grinning, imagining the artist's delight when the deviant opens his or her message center upon the next log-in. You left a critique, whether as a "critique" or in a comment