Chapter 1

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I'm going to dedicate this whole chapter to telling you guys about me and why I'm writing this book.
My name is Kailan Cloud and I am 13 years old. Why poetry? Well I've always enjoyed writing poetry but recently I went through a tough time and for some reason I decided to write a poem. (At the end of this chapter I will share it with you.)
In this book I would love to share my hobby with you. I would also like to get suggestions and topics from you guys. If you have a struggle or are going through a tough time then comment on my poems and I will be more than happy to give you a shoutout and write you a unique poem. I promise you that reading and writing poetry will help you get through anything. 😄

This is the poem I was talking about! Hope you like it! 😃

We cry
By:Kailan Cloud

When we lose someone we love we cry

Oh how we cry and cry and cry
I don't believe that crying will help the pain go away

I just think it kinda let's the steam out

Proves that you really did care

But that is just the basics

Everyone knows that we cry when were sad

But even though parents try so hard to make it feel better

They themselves are just ripping open the wound

Friends are there and they cheer you up

But the pain dosent go away

Feeling blank and emotionless for days

While life goes on without notice

Saying "still friends" to try to make it hurt less.

But the pain is still their

To try to save whatever ember is left of the flame

They say "you deserve someone better"

That's not at all what you want to hear

Cause every time u think you have found the "better" person that they speak of

And for you they are the best one yet

You enjoy every second of the relationship

But all good things come to an end I guess

And then come the tears

Then we cry and cry and cry

And are left blank, with a hole

Where a fire used to burn

But all that is left is the small frail embers

And the pain is still there

Waiting to be noticed and waiting to be extinguished

But instead of finally putting out the remnants of the fire

We let the water come out

And we cry and we cry and we cry

I hope you liked it. If you have an idea or want to know more about me then comment and I'll add your suggestion or answer into the next chapter! 😄

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