dried tears
people see my face, call it pretty, without knowing they're staring at dried tears
they compliment my smile, unaware of how much it's dimmed over the years
and i can't bare to tell them that i'm not as beautiful inside as they believe
and today i will hope tomorrow these dried tears will finally leave
until then, i'll pretend they're not there and take the compliments with a smile
for i know the dried tears will stay for a while
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i'm totally ok istg
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trying 💌 poetry
Poetry𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 ― 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 ©𝘢𝘯𝘲𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘦
