The Coldest Heart & The Bluest Smile
Its so sad to say she smiles while crying,
Feeling the tiredness but still laughing.
I adore her, the greatest pretender,
She's not a hater nor like a lover.
The great pretender, that's not her name,
But those don't bring her such shame.
She's beautiful not just simply pretty,
But her heart is cold and it scares me.
The greatest pretender, she's really sweet,
But sometimes she walks without shoes on her feet.
She wore the prettiest blue dress,
And walk outside, her hair in a nice mess.
The great pretender, I adore her so much,
For she always has the warmest touch.
The touch of the coldest heart of a woman,
I should be the one who holds her heart, and not that man.
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Her Broken Letters
PoetryThis is a compilation of the poems I wrote since the year I realized how beautiful writing your emotion was. The poems were a bit sad, some are inspired by songs, movies, or simply just by someone I stared at the bus station going to school. So, enj...
