Her eyes tell a story
That will never pass her lips
To speak it means it's real
And denial is all she has
So she buries the pain
Lets it harden
And the coldness within her soul
Keeps her going.
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WELCOME ELPHA ~ Thanks for your first poem ! I can emp[athise ~ I've met a few Ladies just like you describe ! Thanks for sharing ~ BRIAN
Coldness, why? If live was meant to be shared. Intriguing piece!
I write what I feel. So writing this, I was thinking about certain things that happen that are too... Personal to be able to share. And if you react emotionally, people notice something is wrong and ask questions. So you bury it and act like everything's fine, but there's that coldness inside. I really appreciate you taking the time to read it, and your feedback!
I understand you thought process. I liked it and would read it again.
Love it 💐💐💐
And welcome 😊
Thank you!
Your welcome 🎈
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