Introversion

by Shawnong

Words don’t flow out loosely

Doesn’t mean I have none

Not apprehension, not fear

I rather not, simply

Oh the delight in writing

Not so spoken words

I tire as I speak

Every uttered syllable

Every premeditated sound

Consumes me ravenously

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/04/14/poetry/

 

 

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