If only, if only, the world could see, what she was made of. If only she was able to take a chance to make a heart laugh with joy or break in utter sorrow. If only she had the courage to say that she wants this no more. If only she had the heart to break the maddening news. If only she had the patience to let this go on even a second longer. But she doesn't. If only she could hear the thoughts of those who only wear their facades. If only she could see those around her. If only she could understand why she is so hated and despised when all she has ever done was try. If only he could see her. If only she could have just one more chance to see him. If only, if only. If only she had the strength to tell him what she felt. If only she thought that he would ever feel the same. If only she had the voice to tell the world her fears, her loves. If only she had the will to scream out and never be forgotten. But she doesn't.
YOU ARE READING
Hark
Truyện NgắnListen, you may hear the soft sounds of shadows. Just listen and hear what they have to say. Hark.