Faking a laugh, faking a smile,
Hiding the truth behind a mask, while
my heart is breaking into pieces
with every smile that i give
That's the life that i live
Used to believe in fairy tales, thinking it's a beautiful world
Then i was appalled with the truth that this world holds
I tried to fool myself and hide behind my dreams
Tried to make everything as simple as it seems
But deep inside, there were thousands of bursting tears,
with every smile that i used to give
that's the life that i live
Ended up with a broken heart,
ended up with my life ripped apart.
Ended up left alone in the darkness, crying,
Gave up and just quit trying...
-Anonymous
I write on the emotional journey we experience in different relationships in our lives. There comes a time when we can't cry anymore. All we do is smile.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
The last Page of my diary
As I sit on this playground
There are trees all around
Please listen carefully
This place is my diaryThe tunnel keeps my secrets
While the swings throw my wishes to the stars
The slide lets me slip by
The branches keep asking where you are
We used to sit there,
and talk for hours
Now only the grass,
the trees and
the flowers keep me company
This place knows me better than I do
And it remembers all the times I spent with you
That bench is lonely and so am I
Missing you only
But remember what happens
when the sun runs from the sky
As I sit on this playground
There are trees all around
Please listen carefully
This place is my diary
-Anonymous
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