I'll fake a smile
Hide a tear
Until it all gets better
Pull sleeves to my knuckles
And wait for stormy weather
Brace myself for the wind
The cold, the clash, the clang
Hold on tight, with all my might,
Gonna fight for brighter days
Bite my lip
Clench a fist
Keep my hope from falling
As the time goes morale is low
But I'll keep on stalling
I'm okay, just fine
Just let me rest my head
Promise I'll tell it all tomorrow
If I make it out of bed
Pull me up, hear me calling
Wipe away the dread
Stop this senseless wailing that's looping
What I've said
I'll find a friend that'll push away the day
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Cynics On Paper
Thơ CaA collection of the inevitable scrutiny that is everyday life ... as seen in poems.
