I just read through about half of your poems. It's all so enchanting...Lilting and beautiful and honestly sad and sadly honest. Youre's so talented. You're so talented and I'm so envious. Don't you dare ever stop writing,
Ben, ben. You inspire. Posh writer, you. Your verses are sublime. Your subjects, divine. Like the epitome of the All-American boy, trying to make it in this biting world. With a little help from his pen, his thoughts. You're endearing. And lovable (whether you like it or not ;) .. I look forward to your postings: each and every one. Keep growing, keep speaking, and above all, keep writing.
The night it came, and I came too Like falling rain or morning dew And slipping down I found a seat To set and rest my weary feet; The chair it rocked