donderdag 11 augustus 2016

Hidden beauty


Shrinking in a corner
pressed into the wall
do they know I'm present
am I here at all?

Is there a written rule book
that tells you how to be
all the right thinks to talk about
that everyone has but me?
Slowly I am withering
a flower deprived of sun
longing to belong to
somewhere or someone.
by Lang Leav

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