Thursday, March 10, 2016

Weakening

My physical strength is left in sorrow Tired from picking up pieces that have been broken I'm stranded with only sadness around me Every time I feel my heart is repaired, It gets damaged, broken, and destroyed I have to close my eyes and dream of a world that's only in my imagination But doesn't exist in the real world I put a smile on my face everyday pretending like I have nothing to worry about When in reality most of everything behind that gorgeous smile Is a ugly frown

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