Inside My Head

the literary rantings of Angie Frissore

In line.

If they ask

(Should they happen to notice)

You simply smile

And you say that you’re okay

(Since that’s really all they

Wanted to hear in the end)

No soul is without its weight

And the world has its fair share

Of scars and sorrows and tears

And yours are not unique

You’ll attempt to brush it aside

And pretend it’s not there

Though it steals from you

And cheats you

And lies to you

And knows you.


January 19, 2009 - Posted by | Poetry |

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