You say all those beautiful things
And I smile,
You tell me all those fairy tales,
And I dream,
You paint a picture so colorful,
Yet I’m not fooled
And you know that I know
The simple truth,
That this is all about you.
So I smile at your dream,
For a while
Glittering but not gold,
Excellent sales pitch but I’m afraid you have not sold.
1 comments:
Lol at the last line. Nice one.
(I usually can't comment on your other blog, so here's wishing you happy holidays, Scotchie. )
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