Air signs, flighty as hell,
Leaving me wanting to fight.
This damn god-complex I have
Which clashes with my wanting to forgive,
Eats away at my already belittled soul.
Water signs don't fall far from that tree,
Pushing me over the precipice
That Air led me to in the first place.
I stopped forgiving their ruthlessness a long time ago,
I just wish I could forget now.
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PoetryThroughout the years, writing poetry has been a way to purge my old, negative emotions. It has a soothing effect on my heart and soul. I hope it has the same effect on you, the reader. Please enjoy my collection of short poems exclusive on Wattpad...
