You can always tell a fake smile from a real one by the creases in the eyes. There's also something about receiving and empathy but I'm not sure we're there yet. The seats on my shoulders for an angel and devil sound the same when I'm with you. You make me forget what's right and that's so so wrong. I'm going to glue my mouth shut with spoiled honey to teach myself that I don't need to give you excuses and so you won't hear my rotten words. I'll swallow an apology before I ***** out another one. I've stopped looking for forgiveness in the creases of your face, cause you've just stopped smiling entirely.
I sampled a whole bunch of unrelated feelings and put it into one poem. Hope it makes sense. Constructive criticism is always welcome, or you know, just drop by and tell me a random thought. -ivy