There is a place inside you No map has ever traced, a quiet room behind the ribs where light forgets to stay. No one sees it when you smile, No one hears it when you speak. It moves beneath your laughter like a river running deep. It is yours alone to carry, not carved for other hands, a language made of silence Only your soul understands. Some mornings it is heavier, a stone you cannot name, And still you rise and wear your life as if it were the same. But pain, it does not leave you when ignored or pushed away, it waits within the folds of time, it learns you day by day. It is not your enemy, though it cuts without a sound; it is the truth you buried but still lives underground. And yes, there are nights it breaks you, when endurance feels too wide, when even breath feels borrowed And there is nowhere left to hide. Yet somehow you continue, not because you do not fall, but because within the breaking You still answer life’s call. You learn to walk beside it, not beneath it, not above...
Wanna win my heart?
Find a proper way,
Not rushed words or borrowed lines
That fades by the break of day.
Charm me—but with truth,
With effort you don’t hide,
Let actions speak when silence comes,
Let consistency decide.
If you say you love me,
Let your heart be clean and sure,
No games, no masks, no halfway vows,
Only intentions are pure.
My heart is not a prize to take,
Nor something lightly won,
So come with depth, or think once more—
Or don’t begin at all.
© 2025 Gloria Penelope
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