She loves him like how people love the stars — silently admiring, simply staring at a distance she knew she can never enclose.
She hides her feelings like how she puts concealer to her blemishes. She loves him unconditionally but she's never telling a single soul of how she feels.
She hates it when people say, if you really love someone, you must tell them.
How could she?
If he's already got someone to tell him the words she wanted to say?
// tell me how
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Evanescence (Poetry & Prose)
Poetrythere is so much i want to tell you, yet i have no voice to say. then words came to the rescue, and poetry has it all became. ➿ to all our constants who treated us as temporary ➿ Highest Rank: #6 in Literary & 3 in Short Poetry (tags) #11 in Broken...
