I remember those times when I smiled genuinely
And now I have taught myself how to fake it perfectly
The whip lashes renew
each scar
But my soul, is it anywhere near or far?
The pain reminds me of the separation
The apocalypse of our relation
The final days, the final goodbyes
I wonder was that love or just infatuation
Is this pain real or simply my imagination?
Who is weeping?
My heart? Or maybe I am just dreaming.
This grief is more than what I can bear.
So, I've thought of
something about which I'm quite clear.
Nevertheless, I’ll still smile,
My dimple smile.
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