You.

Your silence is like a roar,
It says everything you couldn’t say,
And yet nobody can hear you out.

Your mind is like a sponge,
It absorbs as it observes too many people,
Maybe this is the reason,
For all your treasons.

Your hate is like a rumor,
Which is untrue and doesn’t exsist,
Yet you’re the one to be blamed and called by many names.

Your body is like a garden of roses,
Beautiful and fragile,
But the thorns may hurt them,
If they tried to hold you.

And your Love,your Love is eternal,
It will be with the one forever and always,
Till your name exists.

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