i'm oblivious.
i'm lost
in my own thoughts.
i'm drowning
by my own tears
that wish to stroll down
my red, scorching cheeks.
ironically
we are all
sixty percent water.
we think we are
perfectly capable of swimming,
but we can't swim forever.
eventually
we all need to gasp for air.
so, we need to take
a few minutes
in our life
to crawl out of our skin,
let everything go,
and breathe.
-love,
the introvert
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love, the introvert
Poetryshe is an introvert, but her words keep roaring. she can't speak by voice, but she can speak with her writing. poetry is in her blood; sometimes her blood likes to bleed. i write just about every day, and this book contains my best poems and short...
