The teardrops run down,
and fall of her nose,
She cries in the dark corners,
where nobody goes,
You can follow the track,
from her eyes to chin,
years upon years of letting then win,
her eyes tell a story,
Of anger and pain,
You think that she's happy,
but just look again,
The scars of her past,
are hidden under her clothes,
And the roadmap of the place where,
nobady comes and goes,
Her smile is now painted,
She's a master of disguise,
And you can easily see it ,
just by looking into her eyes,
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Things I Never Said (But Poetry Will)
Poetrythese are the things I never said but i am expressing it in the way of poety
