Sorrow!

Sorrow hangs like earrings, tugging at my neck,
Sadness is a necklace, it's choking me to death,
My crowning glory diadem weighs nearly half a ton,
Since I hit the battle that I never ever won,

Depression is a dancer,
Full in battle dress,
Pink and purple paint splats,
I really am a mess,

Sunshine and glory days,
Will come and give me grace,
True love will come and slap me,
Right around my face,

In metaphoric ways of course,
With all this heavy metal worn,
I'm getting rather hoarse!
By ladylivvi1

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