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Sorry to you whom I hurt the most;
Now you make me soft, I want you close,
Sorry because I failed ,
Where I never should have been so bare.
Still you never hurt me back,
Always loved and hid my lack,
Why were you so nice?
That I fell for you without thinking twice;
I always loved you every bit,
I couldn't say it loud I admit;
What was there to love in me?
I am just a nobody.
I didn't have an option but hide my pace,
Act rude, show a sullen face;
The one thing I ever hid from you,
The most important thing too;
I love you my love,
I just wish you know!!
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And if I could explain the poem, thieving some lines from 'A Walk To Remember',
Him-"I am sorry she never got her miracle."Me-"She did.It was you."
Silence
But I thought ,"Our love was like the wind,I can't see it,but I sure can feel it." and you were a realist who only believed the things you saw!
And thus my Miracle slipped away..
Written with hurt on my lost love.
~Chaahat
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PoetryTHE VOICE OF SILENCE. Sometimes silence describes a situation far better than words ever will, Sometimes a strange set of words describe paints it years later; The limits are set and broken by the words , The reticence ,muteness and reserve let out...
