Unspoken Division
I won't say a word,
I swear it.
I won't talk about how lonely it feels
The inward crying,
The silent appeals.
If a fake smile is all it takes
I'll pretend all's well
Until my bravado breaks
I'll wave goodbye...
Not that I want to.
I'd prefer for them to stay
To hold me tightly
And not just walk away.
But I see it
I see where they stand:
Backs to me,
Walking hand-in-hand.
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Of The Soul
PoetryCalamity, joy, anger, zeal... The list goes on. Connotations follow connotations. Emotions ever-changing and quite as diverse as the colours of our skin. For years thoughts fly through our head. Quotes, poetry and words that can colour in our world...
