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...
Married, yet speaking borrowed love,
Words dressed sweet, intentions thin,
A heart that wanders elsewhere freely,
While vows grow quiet, worn within.
Just a player passing through hearts,
Hoping to taste, then disappear,
Calling it love, calling it fate,
While truth stays distant, unclear.
Across the line, a trusting soul stands,
Hands open, faith held tight,
Sending love with no conditions,
Believing every word, every night.
They build hope on fragile promises,
Dreams shaped by a practiced voice,
Unaware they’re loving a shadow,
Not a man, but a reckless choice.
A marriage worn like a costume,
A life lived carefully untrue,
Smiling in public, deceiving in silence,
Breaking hearts without ever choosing to be new.
Oh, the cruelty of false affection,
When one loves deeply, the other plays—
One offers truth in its purest form,
The other survives by lies and masquerades.
May truth one day tear the curtain down,
And free the heart that loves so real,
For love deserves honesty, not games,
Not a player’s touch, but something you can feel.
© 2026 Gloria Penelope
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