dhanashree
@dhanashree@linuxusers.in
I hold my anger, lock it tight,
Smiling through the endless fight.
You wound me, yet I never speak,
Pretend I’m fine, though I feel weak.
Your words are daggers, sharp and cold,
But my love for you will not fold.
I stand in silence, take the blow,
A heart that loves, yet doesn’t show.
I love you still, through every pain.