Sometimes I think of being special,
Like doing a big change on my facial,
Like those people who knows how to hold conversations,
Making it last long until the other set an invitation,
From afternoon 'till dusk,
Like a silver not knowing how to rust.
I like those butterflies that are able to fly freely,
Let me tell one thing; they're similar to me,
They don't see the colours and beauty in them,
Ironically, they only live for an amount of time; but they are like a gem,
They feel the wind and listens to their whispers of serenity,
Blowing away the things that causes negativity.
I like those people who are out-going,
Because if you ask me; they look like they know what they're doing,
From the response and gestures,
To the compliments of the features,
Those kind of people is what I admire,
They hold the ability I lack; because I always cower not being dire.
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Ocean Dreams
PoetryThis is a compilation of my poems that I want to share and express. This may not be as good as anyone else's, but I assure you that mine will be one of a kind.
