Do you see the joys of love... So quickly fleeting? Do you feel my broken heart.... Just barely beating? Can you smell my deadened rose... Hanging in a jar? Can you see my happiness.... Or is it much too far? Go ahead and tell me just what happens now To pick up and move on...come tell me how How will you find me a while from today? Persevering...or left in dismay? Do you know the pain I'm in.... Or are you just pretending? Can you sense the agony... The hurt so everlasting? Do you want to be my friend....or is it your disguise? Can you know the harboured hate That's sheltered in my eyes?
Reason for writing:
I wrote this about a person who let me down. I felt backstabbed and didn't know what to do -- when an inspiring English teacher of mine told me that writing is therapy. So I tried it...and here is my heart for your reading pleasure.
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