Talkative But Shy Read Count : 18

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The words I hear from an old song 
Are the arrows that pierce
 My laugh and my soul.

 Time passes like water...
But the wounds remain, 
The memories turn into butterflies, 
Dancing through my mind.  

I miss myself,
 As I was in the past.
Talkative but shy, 
Feelings first, then the rest.

Now I look old, 
The first strands of white hair appear.
 The gleam in my eyes has faded,
 My death has begun to sing.  

The echo of the sounds
 I hear in the dark - reminds me
 To see also the lights, 
To see the sun shining.

Comments

  • May 08, 2022

  • Jessyreaders  Poetry Hub

    Jessyreaders Poetry Hub

    Really touching 🥺

    May 08, 2022

  • May 09, 2022

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