Shy
I step into a room and dissolve to ashes.
The breath of a whisper might blow me over
And send my consciousness reeling like a tumbleweed
Blown ever faster by the thought that
They notice me.
Poetry Slam:
This poem is about:
Me
I step into a room and dissolve to ashes.
The breath of a whisper might blow me over
And send my consciousness reeling like a tumbleweed
Blown ever faster by the thought that
They notice me.
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