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Stray With Confidence.
No one needs to know
Until the pace begins to slow,
No one needs to notice
Until it begins to show,
To swim against the flow
Be full to the brim with great pretence,
Stray with so much confidence.
But when alone,
Cry,
Let your tears be bitter but warm
Bring your sorrow alive but let it take no form,
Trap in between the lines you write but don't be stunned by its storm,
For no one stop by to ask you why,
Or see what makes you cry.
Though empty,
Show beyond the realm of emptiness
Submerged in the tides of one's sadness,
Smile so frequent
Because the griefing leaves behind the least of hints.
© Butterfly
Until the pace begins to slow,
No one needs to notice
Until it begins to show,
To swim against the flow
Be full to the brim with great pretence,
Stray with so much confidence.
But when alone,
Cry,
Let your tears be bitter but warm
Bring your sorrow alive but let it take no form,
Trap in between the lines you write but don't be stunned by its storm,
For no one stop by to ask you why,
Or see what makes you cry.
Though empty,
Show beyond the realm of emptiness
Submerged in the tides of one's sadness,
Smile so frequent
Because the griefing leaves behind the least of hints.
© Butterfly
