She knows
I don't
Love her
She knows that
My smiles are fake
And I kiss
Only to pass time
But she doesn't
Seem heartbroken
Maybe a bit
Angry or
Sad?
But not
Heartbroken
She walks
Straighter now
Her shoulders held
High
Her chin in the
Air
Is she relieved?
Does she seem
Happy?
I don't know but
It doesn't matter
Because I
Don't love her
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Whispers Of Our Soul
PoetryWords are the lifeline that connect my heart to the world. This is a collection of my 2am confessions and my 12pm ideas. Told from the viewpoint of my struggling mind, my broken heart, my wild soul, and my screaming mouth. "Distruggi quello che ti d...
