HELP ME WITH THE TITLE

HELP ME WITH THE TITLE

A Poem by thoughtsofforgotten
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We become so good at building facades we slowly die behind fake smiles and polite lies. Wealth and happiness doesn't necessarily go together.

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in tidy rooms
and organized heads
grow wild thoughts
of tragic deaths

from steep cliffs
and concrete tops
fall happy people
with golden clocks

on worn ways
and busy boulevards
walk dead people
with business cards

© 2015 thoughtsofforgotten


Author's Note

thoughtsofforgotten
Well, i find myself rather stuck on the title of this poem. Feel free to leave a comment with a suggestion. If you notice any grammar mistakes or spelling mistakes of any kind, please let me know.

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Added on July 17, 2015
Last Updated on July 17, 2015
Tags: death, depression, unpersonal, city, suicide