Love has so often let you down
somehow, you’re acting like a clown
juggling with things you surely know
has been your agonising ebb and flow
your endless sad port of call
stop this, beat it, come on... get a life
you’ve surely had your share of strife
no more tears, make an end to whining
over what, or whom, are you pining
imagine life, while you’re wilting away
come now girl, please let’s see that smile
let it hover there, for a more than a while
that glint in your eyes, spark that glow
all the grandeur of life within you flow
let it show, let it show, let it show!
22/04.2011 Joan
(117 Words)
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