Sitting in silence,
I'm all alone...
Pretending I'm busy,
Just browsing my phone.
The crowd's too noisy,
In groups when they walk,
They smile and then laugh,
So carefree when they talk.
Then, I felt isolated,
Like I'm a misfit,
That they all belonged,
And I'm just a git.
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SPONTANEITY
PoetryThere are certain moments... certain times... certain people... who could pull out certain emotions from our heart and also from the soul. Just those random thoughts... From our own spontaneity.
