"Don't be sad," she said with a smile.
A gentle one, not more than a mile.
She wipes away my tears,
And says, "I'm all ears.
Tell me anything and everything,"
I open my mouth to speak,
But my voice comes out weak.
A silent tear falls to the ground;
It makes no sound.
All I whisper is 'thank you',
But at least that's true.
I'm broken in the inside.
And crying on the outside.
Telling her would worry her.
The last thing I want is to worry her.
These troubles are mine.
And they will stay mine.
But then, it was too late.
And myself I hate.
She smiled her gentle soft smile,
The one not more than a mile.
She gives me a gift,
Hoping my spirits will lift.
But this time, it's not about me.
It's about her, as you can see.
A single tear falls down before me.
Too slowly; that I see.
It is not mine.
Hers, not mine.
That's the last time I saw her.
With a soft smile and the flower.
With her tears falling down.
The last thing she did was to comfort me.
To smile for me.
That I can see.
She is my dearest friend.
If only the happy story didn't end.
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I just made myself feel crying. Wow...I never knew that I could make myself feel like crying by writing a poem...😭
Thoughts?
Feelings?
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Pieces of Thoughts
PoetryFragments of hope, Fragments of lies, A tale of sorrow, And a lot of goodbyes. ------------------------------------------- Cover picture does NOT belong to me. Also, none of the pictures are mine...if you find out who ANY of the lovely artists are...
