They say I'm quirky, too easy to thrill,
always lost in small things, quiet and still.
People don't include me, I'm often left out,
like a forgotten echo, soft and without doubt.
You're quieter still, fading in crowds,
a whisper of calm, where noise gets too loud.
Most never see you, they pass you right by,
missing the depth in your still, steady eyes.
But maybe together, we'll find a way—
two outcasts adrift in a world turned grey.
We'll make our own corner, a place just for two,
where being overlooked feels perfectly true.
YOU ARE READING
𝕬 𝕾𝖆𝖉 𝕻𝖔𝖊𝖙 𝕴𝖓 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊
PoetryThis book is a collection of poems I've written that explore sadness, heartbreak, bittersweet moments, and romance-mostly romantic ones.
