Outside only soft smiles and chuckles
I’m more myself at home
Though here surrounded by people
I feel I’m better left alone.
I read books more often than them
They all never sat right with me
Like the straight line I etch on paper
I draw boundaries between them and me
And though the sun has set, now gone
I’m still lingering around for hues
Though people I met, has long left,
The feelings still remain they had ensued.
_hira
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Grief too is Melodic
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose, feelings and emotions, love and loss. Written with the intention that it may give voice to the thoughts that hold you hostage, thoughts that remain a distant hum to your grief. Written with the intention that you r...
