Unspoken Words

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She knew how fragile my heart was

Like a flower on the verge of rotting

Like the yellow autum leaves that get crushed most times

She knew how I felt before the words reached my throat

She could see through everything

My pain & My smile

She wrote me a poem once

I cried once I read it

I thought
No one knows
But maybe
she understood it
Better than
Anyone ~

Poetry about "You"Onde histórias criam vida. Descubra agora