I hold back my tears
Guilt, melancholy, broken.
Every time I look back at your eyes
Your face,
You make me weak, vulnerable.
I try to hide behind a thousand masks
But somehow there seems to be something that'll slip.
I can't even pronounce your name or the three words that you don't want to hear
What is love if it is pain, and not happiness?
I'm asking you, the one I dread
The one I cry for for no reason
The one I can't look into his brown soft eyes
For the answer to this question
31 January 2017
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Unheard thoughts
PoesíaWords They are the sound coming through our mouths The letters written in ink on the paper To form sentences And have meanings behind. Each of them had a different twisted message And made them unique. *** A series of poems unheard written by a g...
