Respect,
It was earn, not given,
It was trust to be kept,
Not a toy to be destroyed,
It was brittle as gravel,
As fire with paper and snowman chilling under the hot sun.
Yes, it is easy to give,
But it is easy to lose.
Respect,
It was like a gold to be hold,
Not lava, boiling, waiting to be blown.
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Sad Poems
PoetryJust enjoy some sad poems we've made. Mostly its about our life but some of them we were inspired from people who have been through tough time in their life. All work belongs to us⚠️ Let us know if you want to use them❤️
