One Day I was Falling
One day I was crawling,
the next I would walk.
One day I was falling,
but then I was caught.
One day I was calling,
oh how badly I wanted to talk.
One day I was falling,
and my pride began to rot.
One day I was falling,
I had lost everything I got.
One day I was brawling,
but then I was shot.
Yesterday I was falling,
today I am not.
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The Green Book (Poetry)
PoetryThis book includes many subjects of poetry including sad, happy, thoughtful, anger, current events, and much more. This is all my personal poetry written by myself. Enjoy.
