You can pretend to be happy, but poetry never lies
it’s a piece of truth that stays, even if the poet dies
No right no wrong some pain some song, it’ss the emotions that come out when your heart cries.
Poetry is what helps me release all my pain, but now I will stop writing
I will let the pain in to bite me
I will feel every bit of it, until it takes me away
And for you, my poetry will stay.
-Kulsoom Abid
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