Truly! truly! it hurts!,
A splinter flinch of pain,
A scar leaving a mark,
An encircle thorn bind in this heart,
Whilst, You never knew.
Never knew how faint it act,
Never will it be seen as a weakness,
Never shall put you unto anxious,
Never will it be your worry,
Never to show in flamboyancy,
Never manifest for you to see it fall,
Never as always be a never, indeed
Never in our life we had
A love between us.
YOU ARE READING
"La Petit"
PoetrySuprisingly minor in sentiment. Where chiefly Men (human in general) will never understood pathos in these poem. It was written for the fact that these feelings should remain bury where no one can comprehend the rhetorical rhasody of sadness.
