But I want you to have that smile I pictured;
I said lifeless,but with smile, stabbing me heart,
Only that was with me,my heart whispered,
I never poured it out,His smile was all I heard.
And thus I pushed him to this new girl by his side,
Before this I was at least a second choice of his mind,
Pierced my heart with the words a a blade,
"I think she is the last."only I heard this once,our hands twined.
It was only me, to push him for his smile,
I would rather have that than lifeless and with me,
For now it was just my heart,bleeding for a while.
But Alas! I collapse, maybe I was wrong,this stab kills me.
It's not the first,but it;s the last,my last,
Because this one just made me nothing and I died,
I would always be alive in our stolen happy past,
But now, it hurts-kills, our love, all of that,you lied.
I wish to dedicate this to @rhlkumar09 because he is my new reader and was the very first to comment in here. Thank you..
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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...
