Chipped nail polish on dry, cracked feet
Broken petals of wilted pink roses
Shadows of age under pained eyes
Still lips, a coffin, of unspoken grief
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Loose stomach and a few extra pounds
A reminder of love they say is best to forsake
Tiptoe around feelings, don’t make a sound
Knowing sooner or later, this facade will break.
Two Paise Poems 
Oh my, this is both beautiful and heart-wrenching.
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…thanks Valida for reading!
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Here I am (wink, wink!).
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Oh wow! Hi Valida 😀
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Nice to see your smile!!
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Aww so sweet of you! I didn’t have a clue it was you :p But that poem was lovely!
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Happy Friday to you–or are you in Saturday already?? Smiles, either way!
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Goood morning Val! It is Saturday morning here 🙂 Happy weekend & smiles 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Ahhh, so we must be around 12 hours or so different. And hoping for some rain here…!
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Still lips, a coffin, of unspoken grief – what a lovely line! And as lovely a poem overall!
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Thanks Kunal, for reading and commenting!
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So this was one you did without a prompt? That’s pretty unusual for you, right? Lovely and heart wrenching as mentioned above. What poetry should be like! Well done!
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Hi linley! I do a prompt only once a week. The rest of the week, I try various poetry styles and some free verse. Thanks for the comment & thank you for reading!
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This is beautifully crafted… 🙂
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Thank you so much Maniparna! 🙂 🙂
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