If you asked to see my scars and bruises, I wouldn't pull up my sleeves and show you my arms. I would reach out my heart, to show you all the cuts, which are healed. But, filled with thousands of stitches.
If you asked me to talk, I wouldn't speak my voice. I would seal my mouth, for there's no other word left unsaid.
If you asked me to look, I wouldn't open my eyes. I would close them.
Then maybe you'd realize, that there's one for every time, every passing moments, I needed you. But, you're absent from my world.
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A Recollection : Sincerely, me.
PoesiaFancy words, and sad things. "Some days, I feel everything at once. Other days, I feel nothing at all. I don't know what's worse : Drowning beneath the waves, or dying from the thirst." NOTE : If you guys want to share these poems please menti...
