I hold grudges. I genuinely hold them.
I get upset, and I stay with the anger.
Yet, after a single day is done, when the sun rises again,
I hold no anger, not even a drop.
What I hold then, is pride.
I won't allow myself to be around you after I was upset.
I hold pettiness, and don't respond when you call me.
I CHOOSE to be angry, and frankly all of us do.
Yet, when i finally allow myself to let go of the anger,
Let go of the pride and pettiness,
It feels like a new start.
It's almost like I've been sitting for 20 years and i can stand up.
Teach myself how to walk all over again...
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Lost, Found, And Chosen.
شِعرThis is a poetry book, it talks about lovers, it talks about everyday situations, it talks about love and the pain accompanied by it; It can break your heart or build it. Take the time to understand this poetry book and its effortless simplicity and...
