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ECHO OF ALMOST

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Echo Of Almost I thought you were my one, true love. Instead you’re my eternal ache. I thought you’d always cherish me, But you caused my heart to break. I thought you were my forever, Not my echo of almost. Now I cry myself to sleep each night, In the house that holds your ghost. I still hear you in the silence. In the spaces you once filled. Every room seems to remember us, As though here, our time had stilled. I don’t know when the shift began, Or what words you couldn’t say. And though you slowly vanished, This pain won’t fade away. I replay every promise, Like they’re written in the air. Trying to understand, How our love could disappear. You’re gone, but not completely. That’s the cruelest part of all. You left your imprint everywhere, In the rooms and on each wall. And though Death didn’t take you, You are nowhere I can find. So I’ll grieve you in the memories, That still occupy my mind. Maybe one day these echoes, Won’t hurt the way they do. But tonight I sit with sorrow… Still...

THE WRITING ON YOUR FACE

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  The Writing On Your Face You think you wear a mask but your face still tells a story. It shows all of your pain, all your loss, and all your glory. The lines along your forehead. The circles beneath your eyes. They express a depth of sadness, that shows your heart still cries. Around your mouth there are few laugh lines, and you often wear a frown. Your eyes confess the weight of how this life has worn you down. Each mark is earned through battles, no one else could ever see. Silent wars you’ve had to carry, with quiet bravery. Life isn’t always easy. So many lessons to be learned. But you’ve found the will to get back up, each time that you’ve been burned. You know how to keep smiling. How to soften every blow. How to hide the cost of living life, behind a lovely glow. But those who really look at you can see the truth shine through. Not weakness in your features, but a strength that carries you. For every line is proof you stayed, while others chose to flee. And every tired sha...