Being yourself is a quirk
Your very own quirky quirk
All of you is yourself
No one else
A quirk of nature
So special and weird
Into knots you are tied
To unravel them you have to try.
All your quirks are so dear
You make yourself hard to bear
Let go
And flow
Smiles and tears
Anger and pride
Laughs and guffaws
Stories and glories
Triumphs and losses
Glows and bad blows
Pain and shame
Wild and unbridled
Tortured and reborn
All your rebounds
Funny sounds
Twitches and itches
Habits, old and new
Somethings only you knew
Crushes and love brushes
Stolen kisses and hugs
And all the things you let bug
yourself insane.
Quirky quirks are there
To make each one of us near
Give yourself a break
So special your quirks make you
True and blue
Embrace your quirky sides
Love in you will abide
Till the day you die .
YOU ARE READING
Alone
PoetryBeing alone is the silent journey to the inner self...where no one holds sway except oneself.... A collection of poems seeking to understand this intrinsic state of the mind and soul..... The beginning and the end....
