There's a story only we know;
Where some words are,
BIG AND BOLD,
ALL WHILE LOUD AND CLEAR.
or tiny and shy,
being quiet that it's almost silent.
It's AlSo raNdoM anD WeirD,
But It FiTS sO peRfeCtly.
The words that are not place properly still make sense.
This is us.
We can be bold and outgoing,
Or can keep to ourselves remaining silent.
There's also the moments of our random weirdness that brings upon the best moments we can never forget.
Where we know the feelings of love,
The feelings of sadness,
Feelings of hate.
Our curiousness in reminiscing of who told this story correctly.
But the simplicity of intricacy is a beauty I've come to admire.
So please retell these stories.
I promise to listen closely.