I hated the noise
I hated the chuckles
I hated the queries
nor sweet words
I loved silence
I loved aloofness
I loved barriers
I loved my own bitterness
But here they come,
They made me talk
They made me laugh
They made me believe
that I'm not afterall desserted.
As the golden compass ticked
I learned to appreciate their words
I learned to share my thoughts—
Thoughts that have long been imprisoned
But now,
they'll soon to wave their goodbyes
And I,
will be backed to the old times
When I alone understand
what my thoughts are all about
This is the reason afterall,
Why I'm afraid to be attached,
for when the time I think they'll stay by my side,
That's the point they'll utter GOODBYEWho are they then?
Are they friends
who made my heart flutter?
Or are they foes
who'll make my heart suffer?
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UNHEARD SCREAM
Poetry"Too many things that were better left unsaid, that had to be left unsaid." I am tired of all the lies and betrayal. And of broken promises that were never meant to be fulfilled. But amidst all those uneasiness, I keep on writing my thoughts to less...