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10/23/09 7:41PM |
You don’t see the tears falling, or the redness in her eyes. You only see her beauty, In your view she shines. She’s confident and strong She’s light and laughter. What you don’t see is what comes after. When she’s alone and she’s breaking a part. The doom and darkness That consumes her heart. You can’t see the pain the decaying taking place inside. You can’t hear the trembling when a heart cries. When a heart a cries; you can’t sense it. You can’t see the tears. You can’t hear the sorrow or feel the fear… When it’s a heart that cries. All the hurt is within, the doubts and disbelief. What is the purpose of life? Does all love leave? She puts on the make up, forces the smile and laughter to be. She faces the world and no one can see Her heart cries!
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10/24/09 4:47AM |
thank you for sharing this work~ and it is true no one knows when everything is broken inside and the pain just won't subside. Putting up a front is something that I know all too well..if only there were a manual or directions on how to mend a broken heart or magical glue to repair a heart that seems irreversibly so broken beyond fix that it just feels everyday sunshine cant reach those dark wounded places.
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10/24/09 3:50PM |
I'm glad you liked it. Art and poetry, a soles best friend!
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