Forgive me for my distance
if it's cold I cannot tell
for when I left, I chose silence,
my nice way of wishing you well.
The alternative was the truth.
Still I was concerned who I'd be,
for to argue with a fool means
I'd have to match your energy.
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22 & Learning Poetry Collection: Curiously Beautiful
PoetryBeing vulnerable is one of the scariest things any human being can do; to unfasten the armor reinforced by a lifetime of difficult lessons, strip down to nothing but the fine curves of one's existence, and bare the scars of the soul in the sincerity...
