When someone heart breaks.
We can feel the pieces falling apart.
But we can never feel the aches
which becomes a part of that broken heart.
We can see that heart bleeding.
But can never understand what it is needing.
We can see the fake smile.
But can never understand that it's just their trial.
From inside they try to say that they can't do it any more.
It is making them bore.
But we all ignore.
But I am proud of those hearts.
They broke, fall into pieces, bleeds and aches.
But still they perform their work.
©indubutola
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