Thursday, 27 February 2025

Hannah

Laugh at me I seethe, is it my grey hair, do I need new teeth, am I always off bloom, as if you'd care, use me like a broom, what might have been, it's not fair, who needs a life of ease, each night I play tunes, sing without a slur, I can feel those blues, don't dream of the sea, you're not that aware, stuck these fine evenings, like a fish to the bait, your eyes blur, why not say I'm great, you onced loved the moon, do you still dare, I'm looking at you, are you scared?

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