Is it still fashionable
to wear my heart on my sleeve?
Or should I just keep it in my pocket
and give it its much-sought reprieve?
Should I find solace in silence
and wager that you'll notice?
I've already looked through different lenses,
I swear that I know this
If I stepped out of the shadows,
would you finally notice me?
Or would you walk right through me
and end this one-sided plea?
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Confessions of a Tired Poet
PoetryWhat kind of poem would you write if you stopped caring about everybody else? Confessions of a Tired Poet is a collection of short poems that gives you a backstage pass to the life of a poet who's sick and tired of his life. This is the front seat t...
