When the joke is not funny and it never truly was... When her eyes seemed true and you remember them as blue, but the tears she cried were brown with lies and dirt which fell down. Stained your white shirt and destroyed all sense of trust… When the joke is not funny and it never truly was... I can come soaring, spinning and roaring. All shiny and new. I thought that joke was funny and I thought I heard a laugh… Oh the silence that can suffocate a lost soul, can't anyone hear me crying? Another night falling, no moon, no stars and no sentries to guard the world. I can't make it through...I can. I can come soaring, spinning and roaring. All shiny and new. I can't… I can. I can come soaring, spinning and roaring. All shiny and new. But the joke wasn't funny and the answers had no correlation to the questions and the words didn't rhyme until the next sentence… #instapoetry #poetry #writerforhire #poem #writer #rhymes #Tuesday #punchintheface #oldcity #BrooklynInstagram

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