In the hush between your aching sighs,
Where no one looks and silence lies,
You build a world from broken dreams,
And still, your spirit softly gleams.
They saw the mask, not all you feel—
But I see you, the raw, the real.
The one who loves with quiet grace,
Who hides her tears behind her face.
Not every heart was made to stay,
But yours—so rare—will find its way.
A soul like yours is not alone,
For even stars find skies unknown.
So let me be your mirror, true—
To tell the world: "I see you... too."
By: - WIN VENTURA
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