I had a beat
It was simple
But it was good
Then i let people into my life
that diminished this light
Not knowing what it meant
To loose my beat
Where did the rhythm go?
When did the hate grow?
The world became silent
Black and grey
Every single day
Where did my beat go?
When did i lose it?
The rhythm
It helped me grow
When did i let it go?
Was it intentional
Or did it just happened
To loose my beat
Before i could grab it
It must make you angry
Well yes sir it does
Vengeful?
Well yes sir , I am
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True Expression
PoetryWritten by Emily G. Lissette A collection of poems written at the young age of fifteen. In this winding collection you can connect and start to relate through the eyes of a young teenager starting off in her freshman year.
