It was loud
"She's talking..."
"He said that was great!"
"Yes, pass her that please..."
Relaying conversations were easy
Listening actively were enjoyable
Observing is in my nature
that, of others
Where there is noise
there is silence
When someone is heard
another isn't
Where one is seen
others tend to disappear
But a pair of eyes sees me
Hear my spoken words
Warm hands covering the sharp edges
and soft questions to calm my nerves
But the very same pair of eyes sees her
Hear her loudest without any words spoken
Marched in front of her to be pierced first
Conversation overflowing for he is the nervous one
It is still loud
and I am still observing
but it hurts to notice things
Hello everyone, it's getting awkward hearing my own voice so I'm not sure how long I'll be continuing this spoken poetry.... But do enjoy it while it's here! Have fun reading and listening <3
