Crying doesn't necessarily
mean bawling your eyes out,
It doesn't need trails of tears
to prove its presence.
In our lives, we someday reach a point,
Where our eyes perfect
the art of deception.
Our lips master the art of fake smiles.
But, then again;
The traitor of heart betrays them.
It shamelessly bleeds over the scars
Carved decades ago.
It mourns the graves that should
have been long forgotten.
It screams at the memories,
Which tears could never define.
And this silent cry is the most
Devastating of all.
No eyes see it.
No ears hear it.
And it slowly drowns you of
All the air you inspire,
Making every breath a victory.
A game not many survive.
ANNAKINRAA
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Marmoris
Poetry(Shortlisted for wattpad India awards 2021!!) 🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊 Marmoris (Latin) (n.): The shining surface of sea 🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊 I'm drowning in the black Sea with my breaths humming goodbye. help me wake up fro...
