How can I make her see
The burning in my chest
By stares, she does not know
It's a harmful thing to carry
Lethal in itself
And again the pain eats away
My happiness here
Stop and stare
Listen and cry
But to myself, I hide
No more tears she will see
That started with her
And ended with me
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You put a great deal of emotion into this poem. Plan as we may tears will find us if our hearts are tender. But if we harden them they are likewise unable to recieve full joy. Thanks for sharing this poem.