The Confidant
We tell our triumphs to the crowds, but our own hearts are the sole confidants of our sorrows.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton
The Confidant
Here we are again
You, the one who can really comprehend
I hope you never get tired
To bear what sadness has sired
I noticed your cloak was tattered
And your pages nearly full and battered
I lashed my words when I am mad
At times, just drop my cold cold mind
You're just the open door
To shelter this core so poor
Your arms always open for my pen to cry
Though you never ask me why
My blood, my soul I poured to you
You're the ones who only knew
Even if you're mute and deaf
You're still there when everyone's left
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