When no one else is around,
Mannerisms are mine.
The way I talk,
My words, my harsh lilt,
My mannerisms.
The way I walk;
The sway of my hips,
The glide of my feet,
Mannerisms are mine.
No one to copy,
I make my own.
No one to follow,
I follow and guide my own path.
Mannerisms of mine.
I own them,
Me.
My own mannerisms.
My smile, my form
Mannerisms are mine.
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aruma - naked thoughts
ŞiirSometimes, written words are a way to release thoughts that you'd never have the courage to say out loud to others. Real and true poetry. These are free-verse because, sometimes, feelings are so raw that they're not meant to rhyme, and that's okay!
