lately,
i've been keeping myself,
to myself
i'm grasping the true definition of
"solitude"
distancing myself from
the good and the bad
and the ugly
i want to know:
why are you with me ?
why are you my friend ?
what element of me,
turns your mind into a psychedelic frenzy,
that you still choose to stay with me ?
is it the way i smile ?
or perhaps the way my small brown eyes,
are complimented by the rays of our sun ?
or is it my lips ?
the way they kiss you,
oh so tenderly , ever so fervidly
or maybe it's my personality ?
i'm quite the funny one,
i know
i'll take time out from us
so you appreciate me for me,
after all, i am a special kinda gal
you just don't know it yet.
- it's nothing personal 🤷🏽♀️
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Author:
Ruth Fadairo (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 13th, 2017 16:58
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
It's nothing personal for anybody else, right? Ruth, I do like your poem very much. Great writing. You ARE a special kinda gal!
greatly appreciated !
This is such a simply stated accessible piece which gets the message across without the use of pretentious language - a work to be proud of.
thank you so much!
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