A poem titled Grudges:
Grudges is like poison,
quietly hiding inside the heart,
it dreams to destroy the other,
but slowly tears us apart.
Like a small spark of anger,
it becomes a burning fire,
it eats our peace in silence,
and never seems to tire.
Memories turn into shadows,
dark clouds that never rain,
where once there lived soft love,
now only lives deep pain.
Grudges is like poison,
quietly hiding inside the heart,
it dreams to destroy the other,
but slowly tears us apart.
Like a small spark of anger,
it becomes a burning fire,
it eats our peace in silence,
and never seems to tire.
Memories turn into shadows,
dark clouds that never rain,
where once there lived soft love,
now only lives deep pain.