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Don’t eat that. I am just being honest, Because I love you. You will regret eating that, A moment... I am trying to help you,
I feel the cold yet hot bead of sweat rolling down my temple I quickly wipe it away a second later I do the same thing I can feel the dampness on the back of my neck
Patience is something I seem to be lacking and it's about time I tried to gain some, When things take too long I immediately become irritated and show how upset it makes me,
It happened in August. 294, it read. I blink, my eyes needing to focus. The numbers don’t budge. My heart drops easily into my stomach. I feel sick. The scale says something
Sweat drips from my hair. Sweat rolls down my forehead. Sweat covers my whole body. My arms turn into noodles as I push the bar forward and then back. Forward and back in a constant motion as if I am one with the machine.