I'm a lovable person
Attractive from what I've been told
Easy to let down
Too shy to be bold.
I'm a creative person
Fine minded as I've overheard
Quick with a pencil
But too slow for the herd.
I'm an eccentric person
Upbeat and fun as I've heard them say
Speaking too loud
Too fast to portray.
I'm a sensitive person
It's a good trait to have sometimes
Unless I cry over little things
Then it's a bottled up war crime.
I'm a person person
Not good with people and bad at pretending
So I'll sit there awkwardly
Quaking as my mind keeps defending.
I'm a person
Someone to exist in a crowd
But I'm breathing too heavily
Too anxious to be around.
ESTÁ A LER
12 AM Thoughts || Original Midnight Poetry
PoesiaDo you ever smile at 12 AM, staring at the moon, Watching as stars glisten by, Coloring the darkness Only for the sun to take them away too soon? Wonders so full of amusement at the night sky, Smiling at 12 AM With an imagination And hearts full of...
