They sit quietly
In the back left corner
Observing those around them
They don't seem to fit in yet they are in no hurry to leave
They are enjoying themselves, they won't admit it but they quite like the atmosphere
They are slightly confused by the music
Yet they enjoy it
It's nice
They wonder about how this would feel if they were younger
More alive physically
Mentally
And they sit quietly
Observering
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Book of random poems
PoetrySome times I wrote poems, this is where they live. All of these poems are written on a whim. So far I've been given themes by one person, if you have a theme that you want me to try and make a poem of please just leave a comment and I'll give it a...
