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
Those few words
© Copyright: Милена Шекян, 2021
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