Life Of Pretend Poem by Dave Buss
Life Of Pretend
A place of sorrow deep within, my heart aches from life of pretend.
Oh the pain is too much to bare, my only wish… is to share,
Others cannot begin to see, how much pain there is for me
Too busy I guess…to want to care, who art they to pull a stare
Be free my soul to enjoy the day, oh how I wish this pain away
How can one pretend to be; friendship is what I seek from thee
Pain is tearing my soul away, leaving darkness in its path, please lord... help it pass
May I please have a friend, who could take away the life of pretend?
This is worth reading, although it is not solid as I might say. The actual words and phrases are very good here. This is usually the hardest part. Truthfgully, this writing has really good merit. There are just a few structural thing tat don't help and the stady flow that would bring it real bauty is lacking. Really good. I recomend it. GW62
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8/1/2025 10:43:21 PM # 1.0.0
Friendship seems to wend its way....in its own time....and...in its own way. Your time will come! Please read 'Yesterday's Hour.'