Had to write this for you,
'Cos it doesn't leave my mind,
Am glad you're back in poetry,
Seems your heart is a-skipping,
Or is that you escaping,
Well we would never catch the rhythm.
The merry posts of love, and cheer,
Peanut butter sandwich being a bliss;
Vacations taken with camera-ready smiles,
Giving way to tears behind the scenes
What are the pretences for?
You're not a celebrity.
You threaten of death and depths
In sleep which you wish not to wake;
Between your facade and face-saving
Realities, we cannot extract the trapped,
Cannot help when we no longer believe,
Cannot enter when you hide it all.
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