I keep words unspoken,
Letters uncombined,
A theme unwritten.
I write words through moments,
Creating memories,
Leaving a past that lasts.
I profusely give silence,
To those whom try to convey,
And now a loner in a glass fence.
Allergic to socializing,
I keep mine emotions from expressing,
And I retain the evidence of longing.
I keep my days short of being social,
And keep peoples ****** lies distant,
Not famous cause am always Local.
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 7:50 AM UTC
I keep words unspoken,
Letters uncombined,
A theme unwritten.
I write words through moments,
Creating memories,
Leaving a past that lasts.
I profusely give silence,
To those whom try to convey,
And now a loner in a glass fence.
Allergic to socializing,
I keep mine emotions from expressing,
And I retain the evidence of longing.
I keep my days short of being social,
And keep peoples ****** lies distant,
Not famous cause am always Local.
Being alone helps me a lot to consider a lot poetic stuff....
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