Poem -


the things we say, 
the things we do,
it’s almost impossible
to see them through.
the laughs, the smiles
all so nice
they only last awhile,
it’s not worth the chance.
trying so hard to grasp the little concepts,
ignoring the big concepts,
like they’re nothing.
stuck in the same illusion,
trapped in my thoughts.
help me, help me
i cry through a smile.

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Isaac Pulpit

You put smile on my face. As your lips are painted with love, so are your words.