To be paradoxical is to confuse yourself of what you want,
To crave both fire and rain, yet fear the burn and drown.
You force a smile knowing it'll make you look happy,
But in its reality, you're caught, mind's a complete frown.
You seek the light but long for shadows too,
In every choice, you're torn between the old and new.
And yet, it's in this contradiction you thrive,
For in the paradox, you feel most alive.
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Before I Let You Go | Poetry
PoetryA collection of unforgettable memories turned into words. To my new readers, please check out my first poetry book, Words Left Unsaid. Thank you!
