Stranger sadness everyday life (Remove filter)
It's occurred to me that I really love the kind of things that represent a beautiful but gentle sadness because it feels like the most accurate reflection of real life and it feels the most like home.
Tuesday 15th November 2022 6:27 am
The Nail Bar
I was chatting to a lady,
In a seedy, smelly bar.
When she told me of her worries
That would best be in a jar.
It wasn't chat from alcohol,
acetone her vice;
Filed and painted nails,
Pretend to make her nice.
She described a bad life,
Caring for her dad,
Feeding him and coping,
She seemed so very sad.
She spoke as if I knew her,
Lonely, sad and...
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