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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

The overgrowing emotion within me,
Is skilfully concealed with an unfazed mask.

The unbearable pain erupting from inside,
Is masked away with a smile, sighing on task.

The storming volcano in my mind,
Is in need of peace and tranquility or a bask.

The bubble inside me suddenly burst,
While the people say, "all you have to do is ask".

I wonder;

Till when, I will, conceal the overgrowing guilt which are destroying my mind and soul.

Till when, I will, bear the pain with a smile on my face only to cry my soul out, later.

Till when, I will, have all this thoughts that'll haunt me with all the vivid memories recasting it to the nightmares.

Till when, I will, keep my eyes close shut just because I am afraid to face reality with an open eyes.