Title: Meaning
by Vicky from Shropshire | in writing, poetry
Silence is your swelling pain,
Creativity lies within your joints
The dreamer plays a vigorous game
A game without a point.
You hide behind your black jeans,
The ones he loves to hate
You wonder with an expressive mean
Through that freedom gate
I sort of had the urge to write something and these were the words that came to my head. People can make what they think of them.
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