• chaoticallysmallpoetry

Carved Smile

I am haunted by day dreams of the past.

They surround me as I struggle to breathe.

All I see is, carved smiles into faces,

hiding grief

The most human experience is the most unacceptable.

To lose something is a dagger to the heart,

cutting in two,

Forcing, a carved smile onto my face.

Wishing I never had day dreams.


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