Lonely in a crowd,
Silences so loud.
Cries with no tears,
Emotions are my biggest fear.
Taking charges of no duty,
I'm the queen of my own city.
Lost in my own house,
Never being found is the priority.
Richest poor you'll see,
Nothingness is everything to me.
Only string in this guitar,
You don't like it, you're free to leave.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts from an old diary
PoetryFeel free to vote and comment if you enjoy reading! (Previously known as "Poetry On Fingertips") •2nd Position in The Crown Awards 2020 •#1 in #poetryislife -28/June/2020 •#1 in #poetrylovers -26/Feb/2019 And plz don't copy my book, Truyen.
