It's not necessary to say my wounds are healed
I don't really have to tell that they are concealed
There's no reason to know that my hands are shaking
There is no deception in omitting the truth that's half baking.
I still go through the day with a smile,
Before walking up the stairs I tell myself we will be alright,
I take a deep breath go where I go
But even with this foreboding, my heart won't let it go
It's shaking so desperately as if someone would hold her,
Crying so menacingly everytime as if begging someone to see,
But I refuse to break, I refuse to see myself Crack, so I let it be.
Maybe it's teenage pride or maybe something unknown
What I know is that love is the most beautiful curse even in forlorn,
Even after you supposedly have lost love
There's he
Right there with all the pieces you fell in love with
And the pieces you gave when you were in love
And pieces he took after the love.
It doesn't necessarily has to make sense
I have no reason to make any offense
I don't really write this to hurt anybody
I write this, because it's my own little story.
Author's note: tell me you know the feeling ;)
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HEART NEVER LIES ( A Collection of poems )
PoetrySometimes a beautiful tale is woven by writer's mind in just few words. These are my tales. Poems close to my heart. Come dive with me deep down and find out the depths of emotions and unravel who you are.... #51 in inspirational on 31.5.2021 #12 in...