Don't look through my hurt cause,
My eyes are wet
As I am a fool,
And this is what I get
For not being cool.So,
My pillow is wet
As tears flow down,
Maybe I am lonely here in
this crowded town.And you know what?
By breaking me you crave my heart,
Force me to bleed because of my cut.Though
I wanted you to know me
But you couldn't see through my smile,
Now I wanna be free
Cause my heart is fragile.So,
You don't need to know me more,
Cause when you will feel me I won't be here anymore.
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PoetryHighest ranking #17 Words of the heart are spelled with darkness of fear and brightness of hope