So this is what it’s become
A charade of contentment
Passionless facade
His heart frozen from isolation
A realization now torments him
This love he gave belongs elsewhere
Sleepless nights, days of numbness
A life without living
What mattered is what she believed
No escape without casualties
Be silent to the cracks in the foundation
Sacrifice is the truest gift to give to someone who loves you
This silent vote is his to make
Bury the wants
Stay in neutral
Accept this stopped clock
Follow the script
Paint the smile
That’s his trick now
Fool her world
So this is what it’s become for him
The Magic Shop 
Oh a loveless life is a hard one! Good writing
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It is. And sometimes the best poetry comes from your personal life. Thank you.
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Indeed , it will.
I know.
You are welcome
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Pour it out in paper, my friend. Our pain is also our passion.
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