Thee Wise, Quiet, walk away. Words don't harm, unless it's a dagger, A dagger on your throat. Don't overthink too much. You overthink. You dig your own grave. Don't give the world the guide to unburied secrets. Thee wise burn the guide, and map the plan in their mind, the quiet don't speak of the unknown too loud, a stranger on the ground might catch a glance, the words that harm have a lock around their charms, so you know when it's the right time to let them call out, words that harm have a balanced line, don't let them play out too loud or else the stranger on the wall memorizes the words that harm. The wise lock their doors but keep the window open in case they have to run, the brave keeps the doors unlocked so they can sweep through the halls without a sound, they roam the halls with a lamp, because they know the way to the door. The wise know where to dig their grave, the quiet, the quiet know how to do it in silence. And maybe one can never be both, dear tell me how one can become someone smart enough, should one just become none?
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
letters / poems
Acakthat one boy crush that never went away, now we are all grown up and you still see me as nothing more. that's alright, my tears will blur the memories that seem to hunt the way i look at you.
