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Poetry

I promise you a love, that is so deep and pure, and a reality, so bizarre. •Poetries and rants, that comes from deep within. By: A Misted Heart.

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by bemusedher

by bemusedher

I can feel your pain,
In your words.
But, I wonder,
How will you feel mine?

I can see those tears,
Cascading down your cheeks.
But, I wonder,
How will you wipe out mine?

I can see that smile,
Faking it's stretchness.
But, I wonder,
How will you notice mine?

I can see that it hurts,
Giving the physical pain in heart.
But, I wonder,
How will you sense mine?

I can see you aren't the same,
Depressed and afflicted.
But, I wonder,
How will you experience mine?

~Perhaps, you think I am heartless.
May be, my melting point is different.