I love the smell of rain, petrichor perhaps. And coffee early in the morning. And the flowers and the pastel sky. I hate communicating, I hate phone calls. I do not open up easily. I listen. I would rather be reading a book than to a party. My words look better in a paper than in my mouth. I like the mountains and the views.
I like the little things in life. Like a color of a vase, the texture of the wall, the words of a book. Little things always make the big picture isn't it. I know a lot but I couldn't say a word. I'm emotional and insecure. I am quiet and I wasn't blind. I observe more than you know. I like the darkness. I like to be alone. I love the silence. All it takes Is Solitude to make me happy, and I don't need anyone but myself.
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Poetry❝Her heart turned grey as they walked out and didn't stay. Now here's the words she wrote on a paper- the words she couldn't say.❞ Written by ellethetic 2017 © ellethetic
