My silence is not silence.
It is a whirlwind of thoughts,
As I listen to the world around me,
And try to find the truth.
My silence is observation,
As I listen,
Watch,
And witness,
I see the things you do to them,
And promise that I will never be,
So blind and full of hate.
My silence is not silence
I see all that you do,
And one day, I swear,
When you are unprepared,
I'll prove you wrong at last.
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Poems of a Passionate, Puzzling, Pale Person
PoetryA little book of poems I've written recently! A few joyful, a few solemn, a few in between. A few about nature, a few about humans, whatever suits your needs! Enjoy! (Those were the only P adjectives I could think of to describe me on the spot. Than...
