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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