There will be people who gives words far and few in between
There will be some who speaks a lot that would drain you, their requiem
The words you tell will be a loud applause that I will humbly thank you for
The words I tell will be succinct, but with a dash of authencity, a sweetness you'll adore
There will be people who gives words few and far in between; like an inane response, empty of emotion
There will be some who speaks a lot, a rambling avalanche that'll suddenly crash
There's you and I, just enjoying the simplicity of simply being
They are the awesome killjoys;
Their words are written
But it's just done
Without care
Watch what you say,
You do not know what those words
You say bear, //k.u.
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Note: this is a rant poem to some people! You know who you are *leers eyes intimidatingly* Just a jest! I just used my irritation as inspiration! No hard feelings.
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The Quarantine Book
Poetry"--the stillness of isolation, the blazing aloneness, the rich moments with loved ones, and the sole solitude of the person. The rumination of a bored writer, a reflection of the months, a reaction to the silence and loudness of life. It's a methodi...
