Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2014
Pathetic.
Among those gazillion words,
We choose to seal our mouths.

Among those chances,
We choose to stand still.

Among those thoughts,
We choose to hide.

Aren't we poignant?
Written by
CYN  Heart. Mind. Soul. Body.
(Heart. Mind. Soul. Body.)   
357
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems