I’ve come along so many exciting things today that my mind is empty. Here’s a little poem to keep you busy:
I’m not a person that talks much
I’m not an orator either,
I’m not quiet though,
I’m just reserved.
Not that I’m scared or anything,
I just love observing more
Because I get the story you don’t want to tell
See in observation, you see more than you hear
People say more in the way they move
They’re more honest in their movements
When they talk, they filter what they say
But you see the body,
The body doesn’t lie
It says it all without being prompted
So when you see me quietly watching
Don’t think I’m being shy
I’m just doing what I do best
Watching you π
And, that’s my shitty poem for today. Been a while since I wrote one. I should write more of them. Nope, I love prose more π