The Prettiest Smile
There are smiles behind this frown.
Some blue behind this brown.
Some red behind this grey.
Some growth amongst decay.
I hide behind this cloth.
A mask with paintings pale.
Candle-flame killed moth.
Self-inflicted jail.
Try to smile, but nothing shows.
Sharp claws, morbid crows.
Keep on walking with eager frown.
Walking through this stressful town.
We pass each other, but do not see,
the beauty of this magic we.
Unmask my face and I'll smile for you.
The prettiest smile, unaffected true.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-08-20 at 00:49
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