How It Feels.

How It Feels.

A Poem by Sam

Wet with regret,
Puddles of pathos
Flood the town,
Don't jump now
You'll flounder
And drown.

You can give it a go,
He will always say no.
Go with the flow,
Amble on with
Your tiny trinket dreams in tow.

Smile like you mean it,
Moody so and so
The head is where
The demons sit and sew,
Quietly knitting
A couture web of deceit.
In my box
They only show repeats.

Wear your sadness like a frantic brooch,
Let it sparkle and glimmer,
Reject vanilla
The mask was always
A passion killer.

© 2009 Sam


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Sam
Sam

UK, United Kingdom



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