Sweet songs
Sing along
Going on and on
Smiles or masks
Gold or silver
Hidden life
Behind our lies
The smiles of gold
The master masquerade
Our smiles are our faces
We wear them everyday
But by all means
Let the happy songs
Play.
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Lambs to the Slaughter...
PoetryI like writing poetry so this is going to be a book simply of my poems. these will be mostly dark but I will try to have some happy or at least slightly bearable poems as well. dark writing is kinda thing so its ok if its not you kinda thing.
