I Won't Let You Know
I won't let you know, I am feeling a sword being pierced through me. I won't let you know, I am drowning in a dark tearful sea. I won't let you know, How it feels, to fall on your knees. I won't let you know, What I see ahead of me, is defeat. I will try to hide my pain behind a veil, Made of a bright smile, smile that kills, But I will cherish when you'll stare at me platonically. I promise I won't let you know what's going on with me. But I hope that you'll remember of how it feels, To be loved, to be held, to have passionate kiss. I hope those beautiful days, is what you'll miss, While you see me faking myself like I am living in bliss. ..............×................. I won't let you know, How much it pains to stay without you. I won't let you know, How it is to feel being close, yet apart too. I won't let you know, How it is to let go of the bond we sew. I won't let you know, How drenched my pillow gets with my salty dew. I will try to avoid looking at you, So that I can't see your blurred view, Because I know my heart is a weak one, And your face, will make me melt and burn. But I hope you will be lonely in your heart, And miss my touch, now that we are soo apart, And I will when I open my door when midnight starts You will be there asking for a drive in your car.
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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