When I paint myself
My fingers drag down my cheeks
In place of tears that must
Always be there
I’m a downhearted spirit
Even in the abandon of pretend
I cannot escape it
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- Thunderroad79
- I am 36 years old and just trying to find my way. I love poetry, lyrics, movies and photography and am using the blog world as an outlet for my passions. Enjoy and comment freely!
Good I like it very much. Simple but with power.
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