Artificial Smiles

You know,

A smile for me that is genuine,

Is hard to come by.

I have wasted most grins,

On people who I don't give a damn.

So smiles have become something fake,

They're lies.

I wish I could feel a smile, in my soul,

But I don't think I can anymore.

I think a smile, was in my innocence,

And I've lost that.

So all I can muster,

Are these artificial smiles,

That mimic what I had as a child.

I long for a grin,

That I can feel in my heart,

But this is the end, before it can begin.

The End

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