That amazingly blazing smile you have on your face when you are talking.
I look into your eyes that look like night sky's.
They are broken.
But your smile still holds firm.
Never going away, obeying what your mind is telling you.

His smile is gone, his head is down.
His mind say's nothing of a smile.
Just hurt.
Just hurt is in his eyes and his face...

Is there a difference?

A smile.
No smile.
A laugh.
No laugh.

It's all the same my dear.
But your eyes...oh your eyes tell me different.