missed opportunities

a pen on paper

some words unsaid

too many thoughts

fill up my head

 

a snow untouched

a book unread

the choice is mine

I turn instead

 

lips are parted

words are there

something tells me

not to share

 

meet new people

make no friends

it’s hard to tie up

all these loose ends

 

for a crowded room

seems so silent

when you don’t

fit in

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