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Do You? Would You?
Can you see, by the way i move around, and crack a smile.
Would you believe its fake, and I'm crying inside with every moment.
Do you think i don't care, and pass things off without a second thought.
Would you believe, I care too much, and i hold it all in.
Do you think, I don't cry, and everything is fine in my life.
Would you believe, I cry all night, and I'm dying inside.
Do you think, I'm alive, and live everyday like its my last.
Would you believe, I feel dead, and i relive my past every single day.
Do you think, everyday is a new start for me, and i wake each day with a smile.
Would you believe, that i curse the sun for rising, and my face is blank.
Do you think, that this ink, is for decoration only, and the pictures are beautiful.
Would you believe, it is to cover the scars that i was given from an early age.
So much pain. The depths of hurt I must admit that at times I have been there too. I am sure you are an amazing woman. You may not see it at this time! Nevertheless, you are beautiful! I know that we poets have a special heart. We give a moment to express just how hard life is. Very hard sometimes.
I always hope that if I post a sad, painful verse that someone will come behind me and read that they are not alone in what they have to endure and that the heart does finally become unbound and continue to move on through the haze.
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot