My opinions are quiet,
My strains subdued,
I listen before I speak.
Please, don't take that as rude.
I'm not asleep.
My ears are not closed.
My head is simply down,
With my thoughts undisclosed.
Writing is a way of formulation,
For my poor thoughts, exploring.
On the outside my countenance is dull.
But here in my head, it's anything but boring.
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 6:35 AM UTC
My opinions are quiet,
My strains subdued,
I listen before I speak.
Please, don't take that as rude.
I'm not asleep.
My ears are not closed.
My head is simply down,
With my thoughts undisclosed.
Writing is a way of formulation,
For my poor thoughts, exploring.
On the outside my countenance is dull.
But here in my head, it's anything but boring.
