Oh no!
It's happened again!
without my noticing!
Regrettably
Hope yet again
Rises
And I shall very much enjoy it
How embarrassing!
No one will take my sorrow seriously
If all my words betray my cheeky grin
Won't you let me cry beautiful tears
Weeping now out of habit
So that my mascara runs just so
Like a golden age Hollywood starlet
In the muscular arms of her beau
I am very much delighted to be alive
But, be a dear,
don't let them know
It'll be our little secret
I really like the tone of
I really like the tone of private conversation in this poem.
Starward