Its really hard to smile,
Blurred by your sight,
Looking onto the way,
Amidst your own teary eyes.
Its really hard to fake
the happiness that never within,
Laughing out loud,
from a hollow heart's ring.
Its really hard to accept,
to have stopped and expect
of words that never were kept
and yet they demand respect.
Its really hard to believe
of Love so immensely rained.
or were the clouds too dry?
or the sky too small a canvas for her paint.
But is it really that hard to see
the lowly laid eyes, with brimming love inside
to just realize once and hug my despairs
to believe and to let me believe in thus.
Or is it that simple to overlook
that never did mattered
yet just another audience in your play I took part,
on just some random stage,
where a clap and lonely me, you depart....
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