Have a Great Day!
I suppose for me,
Love, was never to be.
I have prayed to believe!
Each time, leaving me to aggrieve.
Left to love only me,
My aching heart to bleed.
Some days, when I awake,
Upward I drag, for other’s sake.
Each dreary day, but a remake,
Creating the same, dreary heartbreak.
A make believe love, my mind will bake,
By day’s end, to realize it is all just a fake.
One night, when I’m drunk,
I will work up the spunk,
Placing my gun to my head, like a punk.
Until then, I’ll go through the motions,
Applying dye and anti-aging potions.
I’ll smile, and say, Have a great day!
I’m doing great!, to them I lie and relay.
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