Sunday, October 23, 2011

My Pictures Never Smile

Dark skies at 6,
The inevitable river on the road,
Poured by the upset sky,
Perfect for the downs of the heart,
In the driver's seat,
Looking to an empty left,
For a dinner driven,
My facade of smile but..
How could tears fell,
When I drove for a celebration?

To the hall I walked,
More beautiful than a clear day,
With the sun too kind,
For not heat but joy it brought,
But why must I have a mask on,
When others have only their makeups on?
It is a celebration,
I celebrated, I did celebrate,
Only to the limits of good,
Too far from being complete.

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