Cold - Poem by Zulma Argueta
I learned that tears meant weakness.
Feelings were meant to be kept a secret.
Trusting people would be a big Mistake.
I learned that with a smile no one would bother you.
That no matter how difficult the situation is never show weakness.
Promises are never kept.
I learned that you should always be strong even at your weakest point.
I learned that at times u have to shed a tear.
I learned that when feelings are there you can't avoid them.
At times you will trust people, those who will always be there.
I also learned that a promise should be kept.
That no matter how strong you say you are a hug will always hold you together.
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