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Damaged Goods
Humour is the armour that he wears
It hides the scars of deep despair
Inflicted by lust and cruelty
Hidden away so none shall see
The damaged creature who’s really he
So laugh, fool, and smile
Make them love your style
Hide away the wounded child
And in a million years or so
Maybe the pain will finally go.
Who’s to know?
It hides the scars of deep despair
Inflicted by lust and cruelty
Hidden away so none shall see
The damaged creature who’s really he
So laugh, fool, and smile
Make them love your style
Hide away the wounded child
And in a million years or so
Maybe the pain will finally go.
Who’s to know?
Published 4th Mar 2013
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4th Mar 2013 11:18pm
4th Mar 2013 11:59pm
5th Mar 2013 00:16am
Provoking emotions are we? I could feel the sadness of this soul due to damaged goods....xoxo
5th Mar 2013 1:42am
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5th Mar 2013 1:02pm
Ouch, Blocat. The pain poured from this one. But that "stiff upper lip" came through as well. Made me think of 'Fake it till you feel it!' - nicely done.
5th Mar 2013 4:44pm
7th Mar 2013 7:07pm
Surely you're a much stronger and braver poet for the telling, my friend. Sigh... I'm reminded of the saying "whatever doesn't kill us... (I'll let you finish). Good for you, my friend!
8th Mar 2013 00:02am
Mary Ann you're quite right of course and I'm still alive! Thank you kind poet big hugz to you!
