your smile fills my heart
like the smoke from this cigarette fills my lungs
and exhaling the smoke is a lot easier
than trying to rid myself
of the safety and comfort of your crooked grin
your eyes, they can’t possibly lie to me
not like mine lie to my mother
when she asks if I’ve done all of my chores
but somehow I find it easier
to take the feeling of deceit
than handle the disappointment in your eyes
and your hands
they tremble when they hold mine
they shake with the fear of the unknown
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 11:43 AM UTC
your smile fills my heart
like the smoke from this cigarette fills my lungs
and exhaling the smoke is a lot easier
than trying to rid myself
of the safety and comfort of your crooked grin
your eyes, they can’t possibly lie to me
not like mine lie to my mother
when she asks if I’ve done all of my chores
but somehow I find it easier
to take the feeling of deceit
than handle the disappointment in your eyes
and your hands
they tremble when they hold mine
they shake with the fear of the unknown
