Carefree, laughing with the sun
Joy, before the day is done
Smile, perhaps, for everyone; that is
Until the sun goes down...
What? Why do you ask? Can't you see,
how perfectly grand it is to be?
how completely intact my sanity? That is,
Until the sun goes down...
Put on a mask of makeup and smiles
You see what I want you to; but, all the while
I hide my own truth; my unique exile; that is,
Until the sun goes down...
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Collection 1.0
Poetrya collection of words attempting to capture just a bit of light, a touch of dark, and much of the Confused in between
