if you’ll ever cry
tomorrow or the next day
i won’t comfort you
with words i can say
for they may seem lies
and you’ll might throw them awaybut trust me, i can see through you
i see the sadness hidden in your eyes,
the bullet stuck right inside your mind;
i feel the pain in your beautiful smile,
and the sword struck directly at your heart.how much more can you take?
why don’t you have even just a little break?
so the next time you wake
there’ll be no more ache
YOU ARE READING
eccedentesiast [poetry ☘]
Poetrye c c e d e n t e s i a s t (n.) someone who hides the pain behind a smile. - [on going] my collection of poems