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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

I contemplate him daily,
so incomprehensible and hushed. 
This boy,
very fascinating he is.

What goes on? 
Lost inside his mind daily.
Silent he is,
as he speaks he takes a soft melancholy tone.

"I'm fine," he replies,
I do not question his words, simply accept them instead.
But I catch the strain in his words,
recognize the broken sight in his eyes. 

I notice the pain you try to hide, 
but you simply cannot from me.
For I myself have gone through the experience,
therefore I do not struggle to notice. 

Submitted: July 20, 2017

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Kossettes Novellettes

Sometimes there are those people who you can see are hurting but they wont show it to you
You can try and ask but they never share

It makes you wonder if there is even possibly anything you cam do

Mon, August 7th, 2017 2:56am


That's very true. One of my old crushes is what inspired me to write this poem. I have that issue of not letting anyone see my pain. I have a couple friend who notice but I keep it pretty well hidden from those who have not experienced it.

Mon, August 7th, 2017 3:45pm

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