Painted On Smiles
...As days go by,
I slowley fade,
Into the shadows,
Of the day.
My eyes grow dull,
My voice gone weak,
My steps get slower,
And hope, I forseek.
Nobody notices,
How my heart slowley tears.
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Categories:
forseek, angst, confusion, depression, life,
Form: Quatrain