Do you see,
that little child,
laughing,
with a pair of hopeful eyes,
sparkling brightly,
but you can't see,
the moment,
when she's begging,
and crying,
from getting too much painful hit,
just because,
she spilled the water.
Do you see,
that cheerful young teen boy,
who's known as his friendly side,
that own many group of friends,
but no one can see,
that moment,
when he's locked up himself,
in the bedroom,
fighting the Haphephobia,
alone,
remembering all the touches,
that comes everyday.
Do you see,
that one middle-aged woman,
very elegant and fashionable,
but who knows,
that her husband's last gift,
was his own lungs,
so that,
she continues to live,
to breathe,
for him.
Everybody,
in this world,
have their own,
different kind of dark side,
or dark story,
that they don't want to show.
Because of that,
it's okay,
sometimes,
we just lives,
without knowing,
others ugly story.
The Untold Story really exist.
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Color Of Life (A Collection)
PoetryMy mind keep thinking, thinking until I can't feel again. This will be never-ending, but who knows if one day I'll give up, it's the day I can feel right again, it's the day I feel like my story is enough. . . . "What if someone's heart want to live...
