“Trust me” the eyes spoke
But the lips were shut
There was no love in the eyes
Hearts broken…but love prevailed
Yet doubts dominated the passion
I let myself to be hurt
Both hearts were aching
Yet surrendering seemed impossible
Hearts troubled
Even the heart knew an embrace could solve
Yet the distance damaged
Words became empty
Feelings became void
Only the painful love remained.
If someone really wants to be trustworthy to the dear and near, loyal to the society, this type of love will be a hurt but hatred a relief.
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