My god. Zero. Terribly, earnestly zero. God, I do hate running across these witchy 'chaunts' here. "A new-forged ring," indeed. After reading this one, I find my ring enlarged by a magickal factor of 6.

At least you're not worrying about being a fake any more. But you lack focus. Try to get a grip and write a cohereant something about this.

Best line: "Fading fast and learning slow." S3 doesn't quite fit, seems to conflict with the chorus. I can picture this girl, and that makes it good poem.

Ananin yara var, ve baban jelos oldu, ibne.

Do you see how no matter how you screw with the format, your poems are all essentially the same, stylistically? -Genuinely Curious in AZ

Not bad, really. "Summers" is "Summer's" of course. "Tounge" is "tongue". And "the hair that lays flat" should be "hair that lies flat" without the the.

some great lines. But lacked somthing i feel

old chairs get scratched up,glued together or whatever then keep getting repainted to look nice. But under all that pretty presentable paint it's still the same old chair. and whats wrong with the chair showing all its original charm...as long as the legs (foundation of the chair) is still strong enough to hold it up and serve its purpose?

cute. Yeah, not crazy about the title either, whether you like being sat on or not.

I like it, but I agree. How'd you come up with the title?

What's wrong with being fake? We are all fake. Just be a good fake, and you'll be ok.

A very nice sentiment for the one it is for.

The poem is cute, but the title seems a stretch.