Everyone Hurts You
Some by accident. Some by design. Some because you chose them.
Smiles are borrowed
Pain is owned
Promises whispered
Then overthrown
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Hands feel warm
Hearts stay cold
Truth gets bent
And lies get sold
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Hope knocks softly
No one hears
Faith grows weak
From wasted years
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Trust breaks easy
Love runs slow
Everyone hurts you
Some you chose
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Dreams feel close
Then slip away
Night says more
Than words by day
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Scars stay quiet
But they know
Where you’ve been
And what you owe
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Still you stand
Though worn and bruised
Learning life
Is what you lose
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Note: Until the suspension ends, I will try to respond to the comments of my last uploaded piece within my new publishing posts. I hope this does not cause any issues or lead to the loss of my account. Thank you for your patience and understanding.
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As I can’t reply directly right now, this is my response to the comments on I lost my Voice in 30 hours
Novel Allen, you can’t understand how much this gives me confidence that things will be recovered. Your words really steadied me when I needed it most. Thank you for the reassurance, the honesty, and the reminder to keep moving forward. I truly appreciate it.
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Thank you so much Tim, Kera Hollow, Shirley Belk, Sam Spinelli, Susan, Erica, K.B. Silver, Harper Lewis, Marilyn Glover, for your kindness and understanding. It truly means a lot during this difficult time.
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Aarsh Malik
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WELL DONE
Yes, but you must forgive
I’m really impressed by the pacing on this poem. Short but hard hitting lines, using each word to great effect. A melancholy, jaded sort of sentiment but sometimes that resonates quite loud for me.