I want to cry…
but the handkerchief doesn’t lie.
I just don’t know
why things are getting high
high
HIGH…
Maybe it’s because
I’m holding a handkerchief
that doesn’t let me cry.
She wasn’t being nice
still, I saw love in her eyes.
Out of all the pretty women
in the world
for some peculiar reason
she became my choice.
And the handkerchief…
it doesn’t lie.
It wiped my tears
when she left me.
My silent tears
were the only voice.
Oh no, no, no…
the handkerchief doesn’t lie.
I might pretend I’m coughing
with my red, teary eyes.
I might say
I’ve caught a cold.
But the handkerchief knows.
It knows…
the pain is way too old.
And you know what?
Pain cannot be made smaller
like a handkerchief.
You can fold it once
twice
three times…
but pain?
Pain doesn’t fold.
And the handkerchief
doesn’t lie.
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