Is it cruel,
To not want to share,
Some little things,
Or some individual people,
With the rest of the world?
Because,
All I want is to,
Have some of my,
'Little everything's,
Just for me.
But the empathetic kind,
In me,
Never really,
Lets me,
Say this out loud,
Because,
I guess,
Some part of me fears,
That they would envision my plea,
As an act of selfish monstrosity,
And finally,
Leave me for good.
-Guess I finally asked.
-Oyin B.
Author's note-
I did finally say it out loud, okay, maybe not out loud, but loud enough, I guess.
Have the most amazing day!
Love,
Oyin.
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Darkness and Light
PoetryThe kind of poetry that you read and then read again, because you find too much of yourself lost in it.
