Dry our eyes, Sunshine.
Put one of your fake smiles.
Pretend your are fine.
Hold your tear for a while.
Don't show them a sign.
That you aren't fine.
Your aren't depressed.
Your just really sad.
And if you confess.
They will try to fix that.
Don't show them what's wrong.
It's not their business.
Don't tag them along.
When you aren't at your finest.
The pain will pass.
In the meantime.
Dry your eyes sunshine.
Put on your best fake smile.
Hold your tears.
At lest for a little while.
With love,
Alexandra Claire.
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Ethereal Illusions // Poetry Book
PuisiHighest Rank: #41 (March 6, 2017) Ethereal, It means delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world. Illusions, It means wrongly perceived or interpreted by the senses. • I am just trying to find a place in the world, but...
