Native Tongue
I love him. But I know he will never love me back. I am not his type, definitely. I am deaf.
I love her. But how she supposed to love a man like me? She's my type, definitely. I am mute and paralyzed.
Hoping that "love", our native tongue, our common language, could speak up for us.
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Far Side of the Moon
PoetryNow, I am exposing what's on the unlit part of the moon. What you haven't seen. What you haven't heared. What you do not know. In form of poorly written poetries, prose and short stories. Highest rank: #4 in Poetry (08/06/17)