I talk.
I talk to my friends
I argue with my parents
I talk.
Sometimes my voice comes out in whispers.
Other times, my voice comes out
in loud confidence
But like most things, it's not always
So simple.
My whispers can be confident,
While my loudness can stutter.
I can talk.
I can't talk to you.
I keep my head low,
And my voice lower.
I know the answer,
but don't call on me.
I loved that line,
don't make me explain.
Don't single me out.
I'm a person who craves attention,
But fears the spotlight,
for its blinding quality.
I can talk.
I don't speak.
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Julie's Poems
PoetryI write too much to keep track of it. Here are some poems ranging from deeply romantic to complete nonsense.
