Quiet People Make The Most Noise

Tomorrow we get back

Home is a capsule of serenity

And you always tell me

Quiet people, quiet thoughts

The dreamers that achieve

don’t mess around with other somebody’s

So I wanted to ask

your soul

In those hushed little confines

where you find your mind’s whispering insults

I’m not sure if this is who you always were

I can speak 2 words today

And call it day

But you encourage less

An eternal rainy day where my parents

‘work from home’ in their quarantined boxes

and when my friends disappear

I get that comfort is a commodity

But I want you to know

what’s mine can also be yours and

I didn’t mean to wake you

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