Hot tears rolling down,
Sounds muffled by the sobs,
Chocked down by habit.
Cry silently, says my mind,
For no one has seen you like this.
Nor should anyone find you like this.
No one to share the hurt, No one to feel the shattered heart,
Heal fast, says my mind, For being hurt makes you weak. And weak always are forgotten. With nature as the only witness, With breeze as comforting presence, And moon bringing the needed peace. Leave me alone, says my heart, For my tears is my medicine, To heal without anyone’s help.
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