Can cry so much,
fill seven oceans with them. Brimming tears don't have the freedom to fall,
heart seems to hurt itself.
Eyes have been suffering from drought,
shoulders always tensed,
eyes droopy with insomnia,
and chest the heaviest.
Pretentious smile can't make you not tired.
Perhaps, grave can hold the grief.
- v
Author's note:
It's okay to be tired. Take some rest, darling. You have crucial fight to win which will be much harder.
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YOU ARE READING
unsaid by me and unfelt by you
PoetryI want to say so much. But, I know deep down, some things are better left unsaid; and be burnt with my corpse.
