Because you don’t want to let someone
look inside you deeply,
For what’s going inside that mind
What’s wrong with that bruised heart.
The pain, the sadness which stays there
on the parched lips in the form of a constant smile,
Because you’re afraid
To let them read you through your eyes.
Eyes which speaks the truth with
Memories of your bad past,
Paper on which love was written once
Are scrambled out of frustration now.
The pages of your old diary
Carry a name which hurts you.
But you are over it now.
You fall for the kind of silence
That makes you love sad endings.
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