🍁Words Unspoken, Heart Unveiled🍁
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I am a poet, weaving words of sorrow,
My verses hold what you may never borrow.
I carry depths no gaze can understand —
Would you still love what lies beneath my hand?
If I sing more of hollow grief than joy,
Could you bear the ache I cannot destroy?
I know love’s quiet, unspoken, ancient truth,
Clear to the brook, yet lost to common youth.
I mask my scars with laughter’s faint, frail sound,
Hiding the wounds that bleed beneath the ground.
Do not say “love”, for words are thin and frail,
Do not say “miss you”, whispers that fail.
Such phrases float, too light, too far away,
Too shallow to hold what my soul would say...©LanZhan 🌚✨ 安娜·梅·德拉·奇纳 안나 메이 델라 차이나...🇨🇳:1005:805:17
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