*Here are some songs
that my heart sang.*
Broken, battered, but beautiful, I hope you get to see this book as I do. For it whispers secrets that were never said, and carries a bittersweet taste.
And a promise, of everlasting hope.
Lets trace these p...
P. S Can you relate to this? I felt the need to write this so bad, so I did. It may seem a little confusing, but sometimes, when emotions aren't understood properly, poetry appear the same as emotions do. Strange, confusing even.
This poetry is about lying when you don't want to. Because it's the right thing to do. Lying to protect your heart and happy memories.
And resisting the urge to tell the truth. About that moment, when your lies seem to break, And you're scared that silence will speak of the truth. It does not, and sometimes it may does, but people fail to listen. But that state of heart, this poetry speaks of it.
Also, letting go and yet staying. That has meaning behind it. I hope you're able to grasp it.
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Perhaps, you should take the paint brush from my shaking hands, and paint a little for me; I must take a rest, my hands are so sore.
And my hearts aches a little, Telling all these lies; They do hurt, a lot.
I must pretend. You see, there is no other way. But it so hard, to let go; And still stay.
I paint a lot these days; And sometimes, not at all. Sometimes I listen to my heart, While other time, I ignore.
I can't set the few tears that I have free. Surely not. They'll speak. And I must hide. I must pretend. I must lie.
And why? My heart asks. Even when it knows. Oh yes, it does. But it still hurts.
I have my reasons; One hundred of those. I have my fears; Yes, them too.
I spoke of them. And they were heard. But somehow, They weren't enough.
So now I lie. To protect my heart. And the carefuly created world, That was once ours.
I want to remember. I want to hold onto memories. That is why, they must stay pretty. And new ones must not be made; They'll never fade away.
We must hold onto what once was. All the good, the happiness, The happy memories.
I can't bear aching ones. I can't bear pain, not anymore.
So dearest, lies must be told. To safe all that is left of my little heart. You understand. Do you not?
