I see your smile, warm like dawn,
No trace of storm, as if it's gone.
You held me close when I broke trust,
And chose to stay—love over dust.
You never speak of that one night,
Of shadows stealing morning light.
You held my hand, and asked “Are you happy?”
But is the hurt still yours, not mine?
Can silence be where sorrow sleeps,
Or does it whisper in the deep?
Can love, so strong, just sweep away
The ache I gave, like tide to bay?
You look at me like I’m still whole,
Like you don’t flinch from what I stole.
But in the quiet, I still fear—
Do you smile to calm, or hide a tear?
Does pain, once planted, truly fade,
Or just grow roots in silent shade?
You chose to love, forgive, stay true...
But did my pain leave you, or you leave pain for you?
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