She speaks to me fondly
of passions and talents,
of guitars and stars,
with such breathless intensity
then stops short and
apologises
for speaking at all.
All because somewhere in her life,
someone she loved broke her heart
by ignoring
her beautiful words
and telling her to
shut up,
keep it down,
nobody careswe aren't born sad. People make us that way..
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Short Stories and Poems
Poetryjust some stuff that i write in my lonesome. Some are ventish, some are just for fun