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Shrinking Violet

Words sparkle in my mind like diamonds,
Longing to be shown.
For a moment, I imagine releasing them.
I see them suspended in the air,
Glittering, but fading fast.
Unreceived, they crash to the floor, shattering.
They were only glass after all.
I hold my tongue and wait for the silence to drive you away.



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AthenaMarisaDeterminedbyFateThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Nov. 3, 2012 at 5:59 pm:
I think we all experience this sort of feeling. I know I do. I will say something a little odd, because I'm an odd person, and the other person will just look at me like I'm insane, and my words will have no meaning. You have put a brilliant metaphor into a true idea. Congrats! This is a wonderful poem.
 
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