What Gave Me Away?

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What Gave Me Away?

Can you hear it in my voice?

I know you can see it in my eyes

I know you can tell that I’ve cried

What gave me away?

Was it the quiver in my throat?

Was it the redness of my eyes?

Was it the tears on my shirt?

Was it my face filled with hurt?

Or was it the way I hurried to wipe away my tears?

Was it when my throat I tried to cleared?

Was it the false happiness in my words?

How about the smile that never quite made it to my eyes?

What gave me away when I tried to hide,

The tears that I’ve cried?

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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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