Tuesday, May 12, 2015

There was a boy

I had made up my mind. 
But the body language gave it away.

I put up a brave face.
Yet my teary eyes told a different tale.

I maintained a dignified silence.
Though my heart was screaming in agony

I failed to hide my emotions;
It had become an open secret now.

Someone killed my inner child today,
And the untamed beast lived another day.

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