How to cry without tears.
How to scream without a sound,
And how invisible wounds will pain.
I learnt that having a good heart,
Can make you look like a fool.
And that not all good people,
Get what they pray for.
It was not only a heart break,
But my confidence also collapsed.
Disappointment struck suddenly,
But the wound felt deeper because it was her.
I am not confused about the direction of my life,
I am mature enough to reorganize my steps,
Wise enough not to fall into the same hole,
And strong enough to build a healthier life.
My broken heart is not a sign of weakness,
It's proof that I was brave enough to give it my all.
Out of the thousands I have seen,
I made her alone someone special.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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