" I think the poets might disagree"
Well I'm not a poet
" Then what are you?"
I am just a girl
I know nothing that I write will come in my favor
After I give up this silly dream
I will polish up all my other talents
And become an ornament to society
Never to open up the present again
With this "talent" I feel nothing
Not everybody is fit for something like this
Maybe I have a shot but I won't take it
But my father he sees it in me
No
I have to be something good in life
To not worry when a book might be taken off the shelves
I will walk out of this feeling
Remorse? Pain? Abandonment?
I don't know but I do know that this will be the day I give up on this dream
Never to be seen again p
YOU ARE READING
The poet of thorns
Thơ caThis is my poetry book full of poems that I wrote out of anger, sadness, etc. I hope you all like it
