Pain Whispers

Pain Whispers short poem

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We’re so different and unknown
We absent mindedly pass each other
My heart drops tears when you don’t even notice me
You’re like a rock
No feelings attached to anyone
But pain whispers…
When I see you with other girls
And my inner heart bleed.
Whenever I have the opportunity to be by your side
Your actions turn down my emotions & feelings
And when my heart seeks for you
You’re not within my reach
Hopefully a day comes when you’ll take my hands
And we’ll start a paste together.

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My name is Divine Ezioke, I am an aspiring Medical Doctor. I love Writing poems, dancing and expressing myself with use of body language. Basically I read novels.
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