I had a book with me
Flourished with a thousand words
I wrote down some
Some were yours which were heard
It wasn't less than novel
The one with big moments we had
Laugh and tears of us—
And disapprovals of our mom dad
But one day I found out
The pages were torn so carelessly
I still tried to fix them up
But you were standing heartlessly
Threw pens, burnt pages
I'll show you I'm not a thing to use
You'll regret everything
Watch me speak up for my dues
YOU ARE READING
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐆𝐨 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐨 ๋࣭⭑
Poetry"That's How I Go Solo" is a collection of introspective verses exploring solitude's ocean deep depths. Through imagery and raw emotion, each poem delves into the solitary journey of self-discovery and achieving it all solo, leaving no regrets of pas...
