22 APR 2018 AT 16:28

Oddly enough,
He can feel the foetus of an estranged
sentiment growing in the womb of my heart.
Yet I deny, I don't know why, when he enquires
Yet he smiles, I can't say why, when I argue
Someone seems to be whispering him
my secrets, the ones even I am oblivious of.
Not my heart, not my words.
Perhaps my silence, perhaps my actions.

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