My absence means something,
Y'all think I'm somehow trying,
To have attention through seeking
But neither of you knew that I'm in deep conceiving.
I don't need naive observer,
All I want Is a good listener.
A trustworthy adviser
That could be my soul lifter.
Swear I'll be alright and fine,
But sadly not this time.
Assure I can truly laugh
Someday without faux.
For now,I'll show hypocrisy
So people can't feel and see.
For the time being,
I'll just keep on hiding
Beneath this blithe face
Like a master ace.
YOU ARE READING
Her Tears are Poetries
PuisiPain changes someone's out-breathing. Instead of telling, she kept her pain through poetries. She let her tears into words as agonies bled blood in her soul.
