Just a single speck
Of dirt in the white
Powder of sugar.
No one wants it;
No one needs it.
It just feels like it doesn't belong.
Just a single knot
In smooth trail
Of fine thread.
No one wants it;
No one needs it.
It just feels like it doesn't belong.
Just a single soul
In a sea of many
Spirits and hopes.
But no one needs it,
And no one really wants it,
So where on Earth can it go?
All it can do is go look,
Look for others
That feel the same.
But if it can't,
And if it fails,
Thats just one more soul set sail.
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Unsent Letters
PoetryUnsent Letters. We all have them. They're that one thing that we keep from the world, That one side of us that we never let anyone see, Those few words that we wish we could say These are a collection of poems, written to be letters Just a few more...
