HEART NEVER LIES ( A Collection of poems )

My own little story

It's not necessary to say my wounds are healed

I don't really have to tell that they are concealed

There's no reason to know that my hands are shaking

There is no deception in omitting the truth that's half baking.

I still go through the day with a smile,

Before walking up the stairs I tell myself we will be alright,

I take a deep breath go where I go

But even with this foreboding, my heart won't let it go

It's shaking so desperately as if someone would hold her,

Crying so menacingly everytime as if begging someone to see,

But I refuse to break, I refuse to see myself Crack, so I let it be.

Maybe it's teenage pride or maybe something unknown

What I know is that love is the most beautiful curse even in forlorn,

Even after you supposedly have lost love

There's he

Right there with all the pieces you fell in love with

And the pieces you gave when you were in love

And pieces he took after the love.

It doesn't necessarily has to make sense

I have no reason to make any offense

I don't really write this to hurt anybody

I write this, because it's my own little story.

Author's note: tell me you know the feeling ;)