You're an introvert
Not shy
Just observant
She's an extrovert
A social butterfly
Inclusive
You observe
She's a good person
She talks to you
Because you're interesting
The calm waves
Carried by the moon
The bright light
Shining from the sun
My mom named me
After Lauryn Hill
It's her favorite artist
You tell her
She looks at you like
You're the biggest dork
She asks you
To peel her orange
Because you're nails are long
You look at her like
She's an oddball
Little do we know
We're staring our best friend
Straight in the face
Sisters for life
God moms to our children
A Leo and a Virgo
Who would've thought
It all started because of
Lauryn Hill and an Orange
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Unheard Words, Noisy Thoughts: College Memoirs from an Introvert
PoesíaThe awkward. The introverted. The extroverted. Sex. Virginity. The good times. The bad times. No, it's not puberty. It's college. Memories and experiences of the paradox known as college and your twenties.
