He would hurt her
but never loves her
He would chase her
but never wait for her
He would have a feeling for her
but never cry for her
This was his style of loving her,
silent yet painful
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Conversations With My Heart | ✓ #wattys2018
PoetryEach night when I lay down In my bed With my eyes open wide I think about life And the thoughts Which are bottled up Inside me Are slowly drowning me Finally, I had some courage To share my thoughts With the World Comment, vote and share. Enjoy...
