I tend to isolate myself
Hide behind a bookshelf
Lost in my thoughts again
That much I can't pretend
Living in a daydream
Like it is reality
I guess I'm not always there
Stuck in a book I swear
But to be fair
I just really don't care
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryI lose myself in my words and I lose myself. You'll find pieces of my thoughts here, like shattered crystal. Poems are stories from the heart I suppose but these are hardly poems. They are more things I never said.
