I feign that dead-pan
Almost disinterested
Not-quite-a
Smile
Befriending, guarding
That voice inside
Screaming thoughts and
Feelings
In case you're taken away
Again forever.
Having waited so long
To risk a never again
The fairytale romance
Lost to another mistake
A pulse beats
So fast
Belieing
The calm
Exterior
A wish to dance
This smile
Of mine so small
But not to know
When to this world
I may let it grow
Author notes
To: . . . . .
Lots of love
From
Someone
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