I'm getting worse
And you don't know
Because I hide it
With a smile
And a laugh.
I tell you stories
Of how good I've been
And you believe them.
I tell you I've stopped
And you believe me.
And the sad part is
If I told you I was
Sad again you
Probably wouldn't believe me.
YOU ARE READING
Is your joke still funny? (Book 1)
PoetryI love you and I'm missing you (All disclaimers in the bar above :))