Category : Poems

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Conversations become strange, 
  Meeting new people is not my strong point,
   I'm talking to them...
   But I'd like to know more about you,
   But you put my words in a cage and lock it.

   I go and come back, 
  Spinning among the people around.
  I don't sit next to anyone, 
 I'm waiting for you but you don't sit down.

 From a talkative person
  She became silent, 
  It makes me wonder...
  Which of my words made her silent.