From Afar
Am I transparent or just not there? Whenever I speak, you don’t seem to care I’m like the shadow that you never see But why would you notice little old me? I’m not skinny and loud like her Her colours blend to a kelidoscopic blur Whereas mine just create a gentle hue And my tear drops fall like grassy dew I could scream and shout until my voice is hoarse But you wouldn’t stop to listen, of course You’ll just continue to live as an extrovert While I’ll go home and write my hurt I’ll tell the paper how I feel for you And all the while, you won’t have a clue But if you turned around just one time You’d be meet with a torrent of painted rhyme How would you handle my notebook of hope Would you call me creative or tell me I mope You’d be put off by my tapestry of emotion What divides us is not a lake, it’s an ocean These are words, that’s all they’ll ever be You’ll never stop to notice little old me
(30 day poetry challenge Day Seventeen Task: Write a poem that employs a rhyme scheme)
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