When the ground beneath my feet shook

A shiny over-achiever from her Instagram posts wasn’t sure if she was living a lie or a truth!

I would rather

I would rather be a clown clad in a tattered gown Than be a neat clone of every pretty one I would rather cry and cry and let the whole being sigh Than pretend to forget  that we never really met I would rather so much miss that never happening kiss Than bare my body…