Feelings hiding in shadows while faked smiles wrinkle mournful cheeks
empty wine bottles strewn on a cold floor aside bare feet
Melancholy poetry read by a dim light- tears dripping on somber lines
the note to end it all thought of - a thousand times...
This has been a poem By- Matthew Mckeown
The Lonley Amoung Us
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