Sometimes smile can be deceiving
You never know its real meaning
Don't know if that little curve is seeing
What you really feel from within.
A smile that gives you hope
And you thought that it spoke
In your weary heart that copes
When the truth revealed, it broke.
His smile, my indulgence
Means he notices my presence
But for him, I am just a part of living existence
In our brief, intense, intimate moment.
Or so I thought of my pounding heart
Of his heartwarming but heartbreaking smile
I thought it would be better than that
A smile of a friend is all I have got.
Well, this is the exciting part of making your diary poeticized. When one crazy person attempts to take a peek into my diary, he/she won't squeeze anything. Haha. All the juicy secrets are preserved inside my soul.
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Jesusy's Diary: The Rising Poetess
PoesíaIt all started with a red diary my mom had bought me. 16 year-old Jesusy is naive yet sincere; confused yet loves the truth; fragile and oversensitive, yet loving and thoughtful. Dive into my 16-year old heart nearly turning 17 as you read "Jesusy's...
