Thinking of your life,
anda feed your soul with pain,
reviving some old wounds,
old memories that should have
been buried somewhere
where anda would never find them.
But memories have found you,
living inside your head,
hiding in your tears.
The road of happiness
seems so distant to your view,
tho anda still seek for these days,
the days of change.
Misery is smiling to your face,
and you're looking straight into it,
thinking, seeking for the answers
that eat your soul.
anda might not meet the happiness
in this life and that's your scar,
that's your misfortune,
the tear you're hiding.
anda live like a shadow,
inhaling the dust of your
time, knowing that all good
things are bypassing you,
thus your life is just a dust
in the air.
The road of happiness
seems so distant to your view,
tho anda still seek for these days,
the days of change.
anda feed your soul with pain,
reviving some old wounds,
old memories that should have
been buried somewhere
where anda would never find them.
But memories have found you,
living inside your head,
hiding in your tears.
The road of happiness
seems so distant to your view,
tho anda still seek for these days,
the days of change.
Misery is smiling to your face,
and you're looking straight into it,
thinking, seeking for the answers
that eat your soul.
anda might not meet the happiness
in this life and that's your scar,
that's your misfortune,
the tear you're hiding.
anda live like a shadow,
inhaling the dust of your
time, knowing that all good
things are bypassing you,
thus your life is just a dust
in the air.
The road of happiness
seems so distant to your view,
tho anda still seek for these days,
the days of change.
This is a peom I wrote for a competition at my school. Tell me what anda think of it, please?
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Have anda felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until anda burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! anda will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
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Have anda felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until anda burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! anda will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.