Every morning, I leave no trace,
And you'd never see past the smile on my face.
You might have asked, and I might have lied,
Truthfully, these are the marks of an angel longing her return to the sky.
Every evening, I argue with the mirror,
Wondering if I should shower right after dinner.
The glass of water in my room becomes all too tempting,
And now I'm caught in a vicious cycle, addicted to feeling empty.
......
I tell jokes, but I tell them slant.
Laughter sheds light on the darkness of my candor.
Amusement frees the weight off of my afflictions.
Smiles accompany the loneliness of my sincerity.
I tell the truth, but I tell it slant.
Friday 5 July 2024
Every morning, I leave no trace,
And you'd never see past the smile on my face.
You might have asked, and I might have lied,
Truthfully, these are the marks of an angel longing her return to the sky.
Every evening, I argue with the mirror,
Wondering if I should shower right after dinner.
The glass of water in my room becomes all too tempting,
And now I'm caught in a vicious cycle, addicted to feeling empty.
......
I tell jokes, but I tell them slant.
Laughter sheds light on the darkness of my candor.
Amusement frees the weight off of my afflictions.
Smiles accompany the loneliness of my sincerity.
I tell the truth, but I tell it slant.
Friday 5 July 2024