Beneath these cute smiles
Is a battered and taunt profile
That plunge into the arms of hope
And wearing the apparel of faith..
This makeup - my smiles
Are darkness to prying eyes
That eavesdrop on my blunders
For gossip with jaws set for laughter.
I've polished my teeth so white
So much so, that whenever I smile,
their spark can outshine the gloom
in which my hunger looms.
This makeup that I wear,
is for those cute souls out there
Who for themselves, have seen in my face
The successes they'd like to chase.
Therefore, although beneath my smiles
Is a heart downcast by weight of delays
My shiny eyes, they still fasten to hope.
Debris of my past will manure my growth.
©jonnypen
J