I fear of raised voices
that keep ringing in my ears until I sleep.
I fear of wide eyes
that scold all my unintended blunders.
I fear of bold, unending words
That echo in the blank pages of my mind.
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Rhyming Thoughts
PoetryRhyming thoughts. Spilled words. Random Poetry.// 8/7/16 - Hi. First of all, to those who have read the first ever poems I posted here and also those who plan to read this collection - thank you so much. Knowing that a few of you out there read or e...
