She'd Been Crying

And I wonder,
Could you tell she'd been crying,
That she was covering that fact,
That that smile was lying?

I wonder would you realise,
The pain she was feeling,
Would you see past that laugh,
To the hurt she was concealing?

Would you know,
Would you realise,
Tell me do you see,
The pain in her eyes?

Writing is Best

Each time I get down,
And I'm feeling low,
And I feel the need to tell,
My tragic tale of woe,
I turn to pen and paper,
Or to keyboard and friend,
In the real world,
Or whether it's all pretend,
It has to be told somehow,
I've got to be freed,
And it's better to write it down,
Than out, to let it bleed.