By George’s Girl 2025
Weird Or What
Who said I am weird?
Look at yourself
Counting shadows like secrets,
Chasing thoughts you never tell.
I wear my colors loud,
While you tuck yours away,
A quiet storm behind your eyes,
Too scared of what they’ll say.
I dance to a tune no one hears,
Yes at least I dance at all
You’re standing still,
Afraid to fall.
So call me strange,
Call me wild or wrong
at least my heart
Still sings its song.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
This is one way to look at life and each other.
Yes indeed 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾