i got your :+) right here©
Read this and weep,
my so called humor went to sleep....
You know it's funny
when i show humor i feel guilty,
not funny ha ha you see
but ironic it happens to be.
The ongoing rumor
of my humor,
is a great exaggeration
it's merely released tension.
How dare i
be pleasant without my guy,
it's just to break the tension no lie
and pleasantries kill me to even try.
But try i reckon i must
cause Faron would find it just,
right now i trust
he's saying smile darnit or i'll bust.
For angels aren't allowed to swear
so that other word won't fly up there,
but i feel it coming thru the air
that smirk makes the other angels....
stop and stare.
He'll just have to accept and abide
that a smile is hard to slide,
past my mouth to glide
from one to the other side.
Half a smile is better than none
then half the battle is won,
that i'm afraid can't even be done
i'm sorry My Dear i've sworn off fun.
Now don't go havin a holy fit
the other angels won't know....
what to make of it,
be satisfied with my smile....
in writing damnit
i'm not an angel so i can swear a bit!
Copyright©2011
show me you're happy
if angels can spit
Sally
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