Freddie said his make-up may be fading but his smile still stays on, getting through another day pretending, but who do I really con?
Far too many memories of constant pain and tragedies, every night down on my knees, God I pray to ignores my pleas.
Another sleepless night, where my chest feels so tight, drift off to wake in fright, tears glow in the moonlight.
Smokey said they're some sad things known to man but ain't too much sadder than the tears of a clown when there's no one around. Getting through another day defending myself, standing my own ground.
Far too many stresses, life mistakes and stupid messes, wasting money on nice dresses, never celebrate successes.
Another waste of time, leads me to another rhyme, no one I can call mine, in a World that's so malign.
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Little Whispers
PoetryA collection of poetic prose from the depths of a troubled mind *All images are reproduced from Wordpress Media Gallery
