Smile Beneath the Frown Beneath a Mask of Complacency
By silver
The wieght of you pulls me so I comply, Smile until my lips crack, Laugh until I die. Who saw the tears, Bundled carefully inside? Bullets that were carried, On butterfly wings, As Puck leaves his forest crown, In the frost of the window sill And crawls back inside. Silence almost deafening, Asking what you want, All the words you wished to say Falling swiftly away. There is no honor is devastation, Courage in your explanation, "I just don't want to die." To late, The gun has already spoken. Written April 20th, 2002 © on Apr 20 2002 07:24 AM PST 0 • 1
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"The wieght of you pulls me so I comply,..."