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frozen

They didn't understand my words
how would they understand my silence.
it wasn't that i walked away..
it is just that i kept walking..
but time had stood still.
there are no tears but sorrow still,
i am hurting and in pain,
but hope to heal..
there is solace in silence,
but i dont expect them
to understand.
a frozen moment...
and frosty memories...

There are countless moments when words are just not enough..
when u feel misunderstood ,or just cant express what u feel.
breaking up is tough and being single is a scary feeling.
but hey "i've got all my life to live ,i've got all my love to give and i'll survive.."
...sigh ..who am i kidding..
for all those who have felt that heart wrenching,pain in the gut feeling..
'FROZEN' is apoem for u..
it is like putting ice on an aching sore..
kind of numbs the pain..

Comments

Anonymous said…
Breaking up is tough and being single is a scary feeling

That is so true.What is the balm?

Sometimes I feel to just plunge into books and give nothing a single thought but then who can tame mind!!It wanders of its own volition.

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