The hard break in your heart
As you see someone having what you should have
You might want to snatch it, break it, take it away from her
And hatred is surging, feelings you cannot stir
Jealousy, jealousy, is a poision to one's eye...
It's as if an apple, telling you to get him from the tummy of a bear
But won't let you eat him, and you're buried with a lie
Not only it deprived you with getting what you want, but also the wings to soar high
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One Hundred Fifty
RandomFifty, Fifty, Fifty A writing challenge for myself is to create fifty poems, fifty essays, and fifty one-shot stories, every single prekeng day to make it a hundred and fifty days of honing my skills and giving sparks to my interest. Here's the deal...
