(I know its just the second part of my book and I should just focus on writing stories but there is this poem I had written which I thought I should share it with you'll. Hope you'll will read it and like it. Comment on how you felt the poem was or if you have any suggestions on either this poem or any ideas on which I can write....thank you....peace:))
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Everyday that passes, I get wasted
Everyday that passes, the pain increases
People are serving me as if I am a lord
I think they feel the pain I am bestowed
My people don't get it they don't let me go
They don't get it guess, that I should go
Death approaches me and like a mother she says
Baby, let's go,its time to go to bed
I don't want to leave them but I cannot help
The pain increases and I cannot......
Express how much it pains,in words
The body gets cold and frightened I get
The cries increase as I rest
I don't know what to do while death holds my hand
And says "let's go get a little rest"
I see myself before I leave
I see my people crying for me
I want to cry but I had to smile
To see their love after I had died
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The collection of my thoughts and random stuff
Historia Cortahey there, I don't know whose reading this but whoever you are you are amazing and awesome... If you are planning to read ahead let me tell you a bit of what's going to happen Its not a novel...its just a collection of stories I had written during...
