Darling, I perfectly know that is not your style -
To cry, and to drink, to make dozens of midnight calls.
You have for the world your happiest shining smile,
You have for the world your calm "it is no one's fault".
You're dancing, and laughing, and taking a glass of wine,
And flirting with fans - there are many around you.
You almost believe it yourself that it's all just fine,
That all happy endings have really become just true.
But deep in your eyes - if someone could only look
Into that depth - there're darkness, and wounds, and pain.
And when you come home you look for the cure in a brook
Of tears, in poems you write, in the endless rain.
04/07/2012