Speaking

When words come out of my mouth,

they fall flat.

Nobody listens.

 

When I pick up a pencil

Or tap on some keys

I have a voice that

Swoops and dives

Stops and starts

Crescendos and decrescendos

Flies in loop-de-loops

 

And they listen.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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