The only reason i started to write poems was because of someone i loved, sure the poems were great at first, but then that love had faded away, it had turned into hatred, i looked back one day, and thought,"How foolish of me." I couldn't believe i wrote these things, especially about that person, "I can't believe i wrote these foolish things, i was so blind!!" I was so angry, I was full of hat, all the poems gave me memories, the memories i had, ugh"I was so stupid to write these" So I decided to stop. I promised myself i would quit, see, that person tole me not to give up on my passion for poetry, but I never seem to listen until now, it wasn't the poetry that I hated it was the things I wrote to make the poem, so, I guess I broke a promise, and I'm glad, and for now on, when I feel like giving up, I'm gonna think of that person who never gave up on me, I'm never gonna forget that person, that person really touched me heart.....she has a special place there..........
