Silhouette of me...
A friend took a picture, A silhouette of a person, His face hid in darkness, A smile, a frown or a grin? I know not of his state, But I do know of mine, There isn't a smile or laugh, Nor even a silly willy grin. It'll be with sorrow filled, A sulk or a sullen screen, Glumness filling in total, Every facial cell in pain... Yet I will dare to look up, And try to ease the crease, I've stopped asking "why", I'm willing to step in the lime.
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