I throw the first stone and it says "hi" on the front
into the lake we call conversation,
and it sinks and drowns completely.
I made the first move - why does no one want to meet me?
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Then goes stone two with three dots,
but it's pushed back up and soars.
It glares at me and I want to hide.
"Are you gonna talk or...?"
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Stone three is knowledge, so I'll know the topic
but the waves are too far ahead.
I feel the stares and feel so weird...
"We should talk about something else instead."
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Fourth time and the topic's mine,
but my soft words start to cut.
I choke on them with a throat too dry.
Should have just kept my mouth shut...
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I'll watch other pebbles pass my way.
For now the beach is where I'll stay~
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meet me by the sea [#wattys2019]
Poetry"I'm going somewhere else all alone, the only person I'll worry about is me. A queendom of my own, all hidden beneath the sea. " A poem collection of an introvert's thoughts, dreams and fears, neatly wrapped up in an ocean aesthetic. A few of these...