We pretend to be alive
When we died so long ago
You know that spirits cannot thrive
On air, food, and drink alone
We wear a happy face while
All our spirits grow so cold
It takes more than just a smile
To bring cheer and warm the soul
We tell our friends we’re okay
While we suffer deep inside
Why bother with these words we say
When they just seem to be lies
While this life you may defend
Friend, I’m tired of pretend.
February 2013
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Seeing as I use this account more than my original, Blair Phoenix, I figured I'd move all my poetry over to this account.
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