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I wish you knew me a little to more,
Neither my eyes nor my words,
will let you know;
that I'm dying inside.
All my old scars and coming back to life
one more time,
and your unaware just like you were
and always will.
I wish you knew me a little to more,
before saying, you can read me like a open book.
Then you must have learn that
I can hurt myself, thousand times
in thousand different ways
but you will never know
coz I'm a pro
in hiding my pain
crying under the rain;
then walk in any room
like nothing was ever wrong.
And you believed what your eyes showed.
Now your puzzled, trying to remember,
where did we went wrong?
which sign you missed?
what made me took that big step?
But you never know </3
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𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐟𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐭 ➵poetry ✔︎
Poesía[✔︎]Liefdesverdriet [n.] the sadness, depression or pain, one feels about a love that is gone. || ➵ My poem collection, it comprise of dejected, melancholy, agony, suicidal, self-effacing elegy which are very idiosyncratic to me, the inspiration of...
