Though you smile
Lips upturned
Horseshoe simile
The sadness inside
Jogs out for miles
I sit in quiet solitude
Waiting
For you
To open up to me
You pivot away
To adjust your facade
Speaking of lightness
And gaiety
But, behold, your eyes
They tell no lies
They declare
Your misery
Copyright © Allene Angelica 2014
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