My slightest shy oh well i hide,
while you're a few numbers away,
Listening to the shun here i weigh,
A part of me like an essay,
Not wielding a mind game,
a simple fool am i,
but as sure as i can state,
words mean so ill and stray,
i can hear you if you don't say,
or utter with even a halted stutter,
eventually you'll grow too sooner one day,
as i lived like a similar way.
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The Inner Me || Wattys 2017
PoetryA collection of poems written by a lonely girl who lived years back. Highest ranking #58 in poetry
