She told me how silence can be beautiful, And love can be loud, Her eyes made me anxious, and amaze of how she holds her shy and proud, Her touch always shivered of choices, to leave the ground or to fly for the sky, Since it has been waiting for her round trip, from that…
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I don’t want to be Sad
I don’t want to be sad, but it always finds the edge of my cover and pull it off, making me vulnerable. I hide every inch of my feelings from it, buried in secret, neither to be found nor to be discovered. Am I too rude to accept it or too weak to deny it?…
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