That smile of hers,
it crinkled her eyes
reached her ears
pure and happy
Where did go?
Its chipping
cracked at the edges
chipping at the sides
Falling flakes
of her fake smile.
And no one notices
Look closer but
no one does
That what she thinks
Except I do
I notice
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC
That smile of hers,
it crinkled her eyes
reached her ears
pure and happy
Where did go?
Its chipping
cracked at the edges
chipping at the sides
Falling flakes
of her fake smile.
And no one notices
Look closer but
no one does
That what she thinks
Except I do
I notice
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