He was
the man behind.
Behind all the smiles.
He captured
every memory
And all of them
he kept.
But he was always
just behind,
Never in front
and never seen
Such a shame
that the world don't
get too see his beauty
Because no one else
can see it,
No one else
but me.
But just as how
good he is at
capturing memories,
he doesn't seem
to see through me as
much as I see through him.
So here I am,
hoping that I could
be the reason of his smiles
Even if I am feeding myself
with lies.
This is the story
of how I like
The man behind
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Meh. I know it's crappy.
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Semblance
Poetry"If only feelings could be written, then it'd be easy to erase them and suddenly feel nothing at all. You wouldn't feel pain, or sadness, or even happiness. ...
