It was a rainy day,
Skies opened their arms to envelope earth with lush greenery,
I walked with my friends to the bus,
Signalling them jokes,
We never spoke,
We couldn't,
My hands moved with the speed of lightning,
And my friends laughed,
A girl walked in,
she studied our exchange with interest,
Not with pity,
Not with melancholy,
Her eyes on my hands,
I slowed down my movements for her,
She looked at my eyes,
There was awe in hers,
Beautiful language,
She signalled with extreme self-consciousness,
I smiled,
That's what I could do..
This one's on real incident that happened to me last week.. trust me I realised how important it is to check what comes out of our mouths.. those people they were so happy.. I realised I don't really make use of my ability to speak properly.. half the times I end up hurting people...
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Poetry'I walk alone with bruises and scars, some over my body and some inside of me' TRIGGER ALERT!! Do not read if you get easily disturbed with topics like racism, rape, depression, sucide and death.. *Winner of Equestrian awards!! *2nd place in the BLO...
