Walking On Air

Sometimes it takes a while
to get to that real smile
Not the polite kind
a real one that’s
We all have that fake I have to grin
When we really want to
punch their
Or how about a good laugh or giggle
the kind that makes
your belly
We all must give that cheap little chuckle
The kind that gives us a big
giant struggle
Genuine happiness some days is rare
When we have then it feels as
if we are walking
on air



About kwicksand

Sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts. ~David Bowie
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6 Responses to Walking On Air

  1. Cubby says:

    I’m glad I don’t have to fake it too much since I have very little real social interaction. It makes those times when I do have to fake it so much easier. But I always smile genuinely when I read your poems and comments. 🙂

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