The quiet to my mother is infinitely serene
It shapes together the perfect afternoon
But when the silence appears to me
I'm always hiding in my room
Sulking and full of regret
Wondering why I'm still here
All the pain I feel and torture I can't forget
When the silence is all I hear
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My Poems!
PoetryI'm an okay poet. Some are sad and others really cheery! My rhymes can be pretty weak, though... but nonetheless, I hope you enjoy!!!
