she laughs, she smiles, she pretends.
but if you look a little closer,
stare a little intently,
you can see the cracks on her features,
the upward grin,
is really just upside down.
if you listen a little closer,
hear the soft gasps of murmurs,
you can hear her soft cries that echoes,
into the relentless sea,
put your ears on her chest,
and listen to her heart cracking,
piece by piece.
if you ask her what's wrong,
she'll shrug her shoulders,
a ghost of a smile displayed before you,
and she'll let out a hollow chuckle,
and ask you if you're crazy,
then reassure you that she's fine.
if she catches you peeking at her,
she'd offer you a shy grin,
just to make you
believe that
she's
ok
but don't fall for it,
for a professional
is always good at
their profession.
and hers is mere
pretend.
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 10:52 AM UTC
she laughs, she smiles, she pretends.
but if you look a little closer,
stare a little intently,
you can see the cracks on her features,
the upward grin,
is really just upside down.
if you listen a little closer,
hear the soft gasps of murmurs,
you can hear her soft cries that echoes,
into the relentless sea,
put your ears on her chest,
and listen to her heart cracking,
piece by piece.
if you ask her what's wrong,
she'll shrug her shoulders,
a ghost of a smile displayed before you,
and she'll let out a hollow chuckle,
and ask you if you're crazy,
then reassure you that she's fine.
if she catches you peeking at her,
she'd offer you a shy grin,
just to make you
believe that
she's
ok
but don't fall for it,
for a professional
is always good at
their profession.
and hers is mere
pretend.
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