the veneer of sophistication
slips occasionally...usually
in those quiet moments when
husky tones waver nervously
insecurity peeps out and
there's a certain look that
escapes through fluttering lashes
but it never lasts for long
a breath, perhaps a sigh
then I glance idly towards
a spot just left of your
right shoulder and smile
no one really notices
least of all you because
they're all mesmerised by
my witty social commentaries
flashing eyes and knowing looks
can hide a million tiny quirks
all you see is designer clothes and
the smoke curling from my cigarette
you never see me...










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