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Drab Sep 10
Approaching 200
In less than a day.
The poems they just fly.
Off the paper, as they say.

It’s a WORLDwind that never stops spinning.
It wonders even me.
I never stop kidding.
For the world is spinning around thee
NOTE – Gotcha!……no…..got me…...
Nilia Loh Dec 2019
"You look so rough on all edges."
"I'm very sharp."
"You look really tough!"
"Of course, I am tough."
"Wow, you're so strong!"
"Definitely!"
"Can I touch your heart?"
"Erm, no it's uhhh quite sharp so-"

There goes, a facade crumbling down.
Never knew, you'd be found so torn.
Always thought you're like a rock.
But all it takes was just a knock.
Why do you stand so still?
So tall like a hill.
Barely see you face to face.
Always seem to avoid our ways.
Couldn't look into your eyes,
As you hide those hidden fights.
You're not a rock,
And it's okay.
You don't always have to act like one.
It's fine being a fragile rock sometimes.
I wrote this about someone who constantly put up a strong facade because this person fears to disappoint the people around who look up to this person :) weeeeeee

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