Red GlassA Poem by V M Smith
From habits known,
Caused by the unsaid To relieve the pain, They call me Red. I hide emotions With physical pain, And feign omniscience To show I am game To live in Happiness. I fake with faith That no one knows. But I will ask of you: Just keep me safe. As whispers fade, Just keep me safe. © 2013 V M SmithAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorV M SmithORAbouti'm not a writer; i am a liar. i sometimes write far too specifically; i sometimes write so vague even i lose track of what it is i'm on about. i tend to write when i can't think. this seems to be.. more..Writing
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