We twiddle, we sit and we twiddle.
We let our fingers do the talking.
We shorten words and mention things no one has ever heard.
We're silent but loud.
We're damaged and proud.
We miss communicate, lets not elaborate.
Because we twiddle and hope our feeling are seen on this flat screen.
So we sit in hopes that one day we'll master the art of twiddling.
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little women poems
PoesíaJust about a girl from Upstate New York. Little snippets from her life... Things she's experienced Not only looking from the outside, in.
