This is my second attempt at a free-verse poem, I'm not sure which one I like better...
Please review, just no flames. I love criticism, but only when I can build on it.
She's wild,
And beautiful,
And
F r e e
And you're odd
And interesting,
And a different kind of
wild,
...
But it doesn't matter to her if you're
Normal
Or Different
Because she'll never notice.
...
She's too
L o s t
In her own little world of
A d v e n t u r e,
And she'll never see
The little things
That you
A l w a y s
Notice.
...
So it will be
That she
Never
Notices,
And you
Always
Do.