I saw her eyes,
Damp and watery,
Inside the train,
On my way home,
Her shaking hand,
Tightly gripping the phone,
With her shaky voice,
Talking to someone on the other side,
It is light to ignore her,
And a heavy smile is no better.
I saw her eyes,
Damp and watery,
Inside the train,
On my way home,
Her shaking hand,
Tightly gripping the phone,
With her shaky voice,
Talking to someone on the other side,
It is light to ignore her,
And a heavy smile is no better.
Very nice
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Thanks! I hope you have a lovely day ๐
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Beautiful, love the implications of a heavy smile.
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Thank you for the thoughts! ๐
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Damn, this is really me right now
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The one who cried? Or the one who observed?
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Cried inside my own heart
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Really? I hope you will get better. Don’t cry too long though or you will ended up flooding your heart with tears. ๐
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I dunno why. I think I miss being a child and a teenager
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If you can, could you share why?
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Because I really want to have a certain job
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Did something happened? I can always email you if you want to tell it privately. ๐
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The pain that lies behind a heavy smile…this was a beautiful, albeit sad poem.
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Thank you, Jade! I think everyone experienced it before. ๐
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