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Sep 12
My tears dress for cowardice.
They are always up on my eye lids ready to ashame me.
“the rain is about to befall!”
the cads care too much.
All these drownings of heart break paint me ****,
you dignified it in sentences of two. “you cry often. You cry in front of everyone.”
you persuaded me about our fragile hearts.
Filled with softness and poetry.
“but that's our friend”
it got ingrained in my memory.
I trace it with my fingers in solitary. “in this harsh, cruel world.
Kindness is the greatest boon to have”
my lips curl into a warm smile. Though these memories don't come often.
They are trapped away in a dull corner of mind yet they come in time. Just how our paths collide
Messing up fate's tricks and twists
Those messed up calls,
messages built up on one and other, cancellation couldn't quite reach for our comfort with each other.
This poem, simplified, was a part of my best friend's birthday present. I just thought i would post the real version here.
Written by
RT Naintial  18/F
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