...my first poetry book...
"I have never started a poem whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering."
- Robert Frost
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Thoughts flow out,
written down in words,
forming some poetry.
-me
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This is the first book to the Iridescent: A Poetry collec...
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[Written: 2017
Posted: 11th May,2018]
Ever felt that the girl/boy he/she is with isn't the right one and feel you are better due to all the jealousy or even it is the truth unsaid.
There were two ways in front of him, One way where I would take him up to greater heights along with me.
Other where she was left down wanting to pull him too for her own.
What would he choose?
Which way?
He chose the way down, and left me alone, hanging around on the top.
Did he know what he did?
No, he didn't.
Nor did he know I was here, alone, with jealousy burning inside me.
Just the way I felt when it happened with me. If you are reading this you are lucky, I haven't showed this to anyone yet except for my Wattpad friends reading this.
