In this self-centric world, words are like weapon, Confronting introverts, leaving ambiverts broken. Wearing shield of emotions, some words are arriving, As armor, they guard those in need, clearly contriving. The enemies are clear - some words, some extroverts, While others among them, aims to subvert. Blaimed for being expressive, their hearts remain pure, Yet some of their kind, defame them, making the pain endure. In time, everyone waits this war to finally end, For peace, love and respect - what hearts truly intend. ©sam

sam

Unsplash your absence is louder than your presence ever was you are gone but your shadow lingers in the corners of my mind you never left and maybe you never will ©Manas shandilya

Manas shandilya

In this self-centric world, words are like weapon, Confronting introverts, leaving ambiverts broken. Wearing shield of emotions, some words are arriving, As armor, they guard those in need, clearly contriving. The enemies are clear - some words, some extroverts, While others among them, aims to subvert. Blaimed for being expressive, their hearts remain pure, Yet some of their kind, defame them, making the pain endure. In time, everyone waits this war to finally end, For peace, love and respect - what hearts truly intend. ©sam

sam

Unsplash your absence is louder than your presence ever was you are gone but your shadow lingers in the corners of my mind you never left and maybe you never will ©Manas shandilya

Manas shandilya