Hey guys?
I wrote a poem and want people to hear it. I only started poetry a week ago, and have been getting better at it.
I hate it.
-Kubo, me.
My red flags.
I overshare.
Like the sweet flavor of a pear,
Instant to the tongue
My words roll
Running out my mouth
Sound echos from my lips.
I overshare.
I notice everything,
Overthink through all your words,
I glance all over you
Eyes like a hawk.
I watch your movement
Body language.
I notice everything.
Im sensitive,
Scared of yells
Screams and words too.
Sensitive of your actions,
Small or not.
I flinch at high fives.
Arms raise.
Im sensitive.
I take blame for everything.
If im involved, it’s my fault.
I really hate this part of me.
I take blame for everything.
I cant say anything to you,
I leave hints in my stories or board to keep you guessing.
I’d rather you piece the puzzle
I built just for you.
I cant say anything to you.
My red flags.
I hate it.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
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