Just the other day,
Was it Tuesday?
Or maybe Wednesday?
I was told that I
'Have the most beautiful smile'
I forced a small laugh,
told her thank you
and walked away.
. . .
I believe now,
that she is unaware,
one smiles with their eyes,
with an opened upturned mouth,
one hides behind lies,
installs false meaning
unto others.
. . .
My teeth are straight,
and my face twists and turns,
in all the right places
but my eyes,
my radiant, distant,
frightened, faraway eyes
they're a dead give away.
. . .
With the secrets they hold
and the fears they can't hide,
had she shifted her gaze unto mine,
maybe then I'd have been told,
that I,
'Have the most beautiful eyes'