The curve on her lips
The sparkle in her eyes
Who would've thought
Those were sign of lies
A mask she kept
On her face she left
Hard was the struggle
Burdened her a bundle
Yet she gave what she had
To the boy who screamed 'bad'
He left with the love
She rarely once have
She held out the blade
That'd bring out a shade
Of red and black
She can't ever go back.
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Unvoiced Introspection: Love & Despair
Poetry"The ache I'm feeling Is far from healing..." A concatenation of short poems, letters, and stories based on unexpressed heartaches and concealed pain. Not the greatest collection yet the most authentic.
