People smile when they are happy.
That much is true, and to see
Yours, brings me such joy.
Then why is my smile a decoy?

I swear my happiness is genuine
But all I feel is a spleen
As deep and passionate
As the love I hold, love that I hate.

Pink, white, beige, red
Those lips of yours make me drop dead
Black, brown, blue, green
But those thoughts are, when they should have been.

Today I learned that love is a rose
Beautiful, but still harmful
And now I know that I should close
My heart, before my wounds become lethal.