There she is...
Laughing with me...
And if you were watching,
You'd think all is as it should be.
But she's been broken,
And she's shed tears,
And when it comes to joy
She's still wet behind the ears.
But still she laughs,
Seemingly okay
Standing tall
When her world begins to sway.
And I wonder how she does it,
Even when it hits the fan.
But then I look in the mirror,
And then I understand...
Poem Tinged With Blue
Loved the mirror - Helen? Hera? Hermoine? - Hmmmmm...:D - nice write - tinged with blue ~~A~~
Thanks
Thanks, and none of those names are correct.
Yeah, a lot of my life experiences are a little tinged with blue. Not that it's been entirely horrible, or I've lived through hell or anything. Just always that backdrop of silent sorrow.