Feel like falling,
    but sure to stand fast.
Feel like letting go,
    but afraid of the rash,
Feel like giving up,
    but afraid to sleep,
Want to jump,
    but afraid to of falling off way to deep.
Sometimes life takes me in weird directions,
    but knowing me, its all imperfections.
Sometimes emotions بادل every single thought,
    and knowing my actions, I’m here to rot.
Forever will my mistakes continue to haunt me,
    standing here, I now see.
What if things could be different اگلے time?
    Would it then, take a lifetime?

Izzy POV

It was about 12:01. I was going out to howl at the moon. When i walked outside, i saw a note. Iread it aloud.
Meet me in the woods at midnight.
love,
Your secret admirer
me:Wow,i have a secret admirer. maybe its owen. No wait, cody! no no, JUSTIN!!! یا trent. What about Geoff?
I wondered all the way there. then, i tripped on a leg.
me:AHHH!
duncan: ارے there babe.
izzy: what? oh, hi duncan. now, whos the secre admirer?
duncan: your looking at him.
me*laughs*okay, okay. آپ got me. now, who is it?
duncan:me.
me:oh, really?duncan: uhu!
3rd person
izzy: oh, okay then are آپ sure?
duncan; yes babe.
izzy: okay then
duncan: so,
izzy: آپ wanna make out.
duncan:okay
*2 hours later*
*2 مزید hours alter*
izzy: okay well that was fun
duncan: yeah, uh, so, see آپ later.
izzy:okay
duncan: yeah.cool. okay then, bye!
izzy: bye.
*15 min later*
both: I LOVE U! *start making out*

I remember the times of the i love you's
and times when it was i hate you.
But آپ come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights آپ stayed.
The child in me, from the times آپ loved me.
The debt آپ owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time آپ spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that آپ are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when آپ apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.

This is a peom I wrote for a competition at my school. Tell me what آپ think of it, please?


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Have آپ felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until آپ burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! آپ 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.