You don't see how I smile,
when you're not looking.
You don't see my fingers shake in my pockets,
when your arm is around my waist.
You don't see my tears,
whenever you're not here.
You don't see me biting my lips,
waiting for your reply.
You don't see the way my heart drops to the floor,
the second you talk about her.
You don't see the pillows I hug at night,
wishing it was you.
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Thoughts turned Words
PoetrySome late night thoughts, memories and feelings. Most of these are written from my personal, very tragic life, however there are some inspired by friends, books and movies. Maybe You can relate to something as well? Honestly at this point it's more...
