Words:
Words flooded my mind,
And some I could taste on the tip of my tongue.
A few flowed out of my mouth,
But that was just some.
There are so many words
As they creep up my throat
On the tip on my tongue, splintering words.
But something surrounds my mouth, like a moat,
And I can't spit them out.
And the words, finally spill out of my mouth,
But they have no tone,
No whispers no shout.
Don't let it get to you:
Don't let it get to you,
The pain that creeps up your spine.
Don't let it get to you,
The pain that's inside.
A simple song,
Says और than you'd think
One things wrong,
आप have no clue what it brings.
The decision is yours,
That's what आप need to embrace,
The decision is yours,
Not someone else's to make.
A decision,
affects और than you'd think,
If your choice is wrong,
theres no telling what it will bring.
Don't let it get to you,
आप don't have to choose me.
Dont let it get to you,
Let your decision be free.
Words flooded my mind,
And some I could taste on the tip of my tongue.
A few flowed out of my mouth,
But that was just some.
There are so many words
As they creep up my throat
On the tip on my tongue, splintering words.
But something surrounds my mouth, like a moat,
And I can't spit them out.
And the words, finally spill out of my mouth,
But they have no tone,
No whispers no shout.
Don't let it get to you:
Don't let it get to you,
The pain that creeps up your spine.
Don't let it get to you,
The pain that's inside.
A simple song,
Says और than you'd think
One things wrong,
आप have no clue what it brings.
The decision is yours,
That's what आप need to embrace,
The decision is yours,
Not someone else's to make.
A decision,
affects और than you'd think,
If your choice is wrong,
theres no telling what it will bring.
Don't let it get to you,
आप don't have to choose me.
Dont let it get to you,
Let your decision be free.
This is a peom I wrote for a competition at my school. Tell me what आप think of it, please?
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Have आप felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until आप burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! आप 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 आप felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until आप burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! आप 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.