Why do I have to try hide my smile?
Why can't I just show you the way
I'm head over heels
When you're gone?
It kills me – Lying like this...
It's like I'm being so dishonest...
How I say I hate your voice
While it's the best thing I've ever heard.
Or to say that you don't impress me,
While my soul is imprinted by your existence.
It's so difficult to tell you
You're 'not-at-all-interesting'
While I'd read you a thousand times
As if you were my favourite book.
And how do I say that I don't miss you
While you, on my mind
Is as often as breathing?
(A./N. : I think this one is the shortest in the whole series.
GOD...)
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Spoken Secrets
PoetryA series of poems dedicated to one of the most best people in my life. Secrets: That were spoken but never told; written but never read. A series for a reader who wonders how is it like to be around people who makes every moment worthwhile. There we...
