We all have a hiden mask, that fake smile that no one else can see. But soon the one we hold most dearly will see right through me /you.
We were weak in the beginning, but grow stonger to defeat that fake part of my hidden heart.
Don't hide your self because someone else didn't get to know you , you're happier when you are your self.
We are stonger when we cry on the time of our blurry eyes.
The one far from you will come to fine you in no time.
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The Love Of Poems
PoetryThis is a book all about poems of love and so many conquering romance acquire to it that makes the feelings melt deeply from inside So please have fun and enjoy :-) :D :PDiceFab
