I hope the stories that I lived were as bright as I told you.
I hope my smile was as real as I pretended it to be.
I hope I showed you my real smile when we joked.
I hope the stories that I lived were as bright as I told you about.
I wish my eyes could lie like my mouth does,
Whenever it whispers,
“I’m okay.”
I wish my anxiety hurt a little less.
And I wish that my heart would laugh too.
Some days, I just want someone to believe me before I even speak.
But maybe—
just maybe—my mouth wouldn't have to lie anymore.
And maybe tomorrow, I won't have to pretend anymore.
REBELLIOUS SOUL.
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Comments3
Clever well written and touching a combination that mast have a fave.
Thank you!
You are most welcome
Nicely expressed and written write, like the line about the eyes could lie like the mouth, sadly or not the eyes never lie, enjoyed the read
thank you for reading
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Excellent write
thank you
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