He'll seem so happy stepping in the room,
He'll look at you and smile,
A weird feeling in your heart will bloom,
Knowing this happiness was purely an illusion, a lie
You'll watch him from afar, having fun,
Laughing and chatting with his friends,
But from all that apparent delightness; he truly felt none,
Hoping his act wouldn't come to an end.
The party will be over,
The lights will be shut down,
The blasting music will be taken over
By the peaceful silence of Dawn.
He'll fix you as you'll march towards him,
Everyone would have left except you two.
"Are you okay?" You'll calmly ask him
He'll nod;
Although it wasn't just his heart who was broken, but his soul too.
Indeed, His soul resembled a flower,
With each petal torn apart,
Ripped by every leaving lover,
So hard, he became used to the pain,
Turning his tolerance and patience into a work of art.
But there was still that one petal of hope,
Hanging from the wild-rose,
Threatening to loosen its rope,
And fall to your toes.
The hope that you might like him as well,
So save that dying rose,
Stop hiding your feelings,and just tell,
Tell him what you feel, that you love him as well
-Nour Ibrahim-
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PoetryThat's the unfortunate reality Of star crossed lovers, No happy fairytale endings, More like Romeo and Juliette their love kills, When they don't acknowledge each other's feelings. -Nour Ibrahim-
