Those few words

Those few words you hear from me
Are nothing but a shell
There is an ocean you can't see
Behind what I can tell

The words sometimes don't tell a thing
So speaking I detest
There is a depth in what I mean
That fades when it's expressed

Don't take my silence as a sign
That I've nothing to say
I'm quiet, it's a trait of mine
That'll never fade away

And when I feel misunderstood
I have a lonely stroll
Along the streets, in pensive mood
But I don't speak at all.

18/07/21


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