Telling Tales Trapped Inside

we probably smiled for days
yet masking sweet arrows of hate
tried to say a meaningful word of comfort
yet full of regret and wallowing hurt

it will probably be ok tomorrow
as we pull up the sheets
maybe it would be easier to lessen the sorrow
maybe we’d forget as the day we’ll greet

and when the sun has shown to spell the break of dawn
and heads get lifted slouching in the comfort of home
it all plays back like a recorded tape
and all that was felt has not eventually evaporate

life played like a broken record ringing loudly
life escaped in our personal corners telling parody

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