Our faded smiles, 
                              Our fake smiles,
                              Our real smiles, 
                              Our nervous smiles,
                              They're all our smiles
                              We smile at each other, 
                              We smile at other people,
                              But where are our smiles now....
                              time is running out
                              That's true 
                              less time is spent together 
                              That's true 
                              We somehow have started to drift apart 
                              one person before the other 
                              But
                              It's not me who started first, 
                              It's you. 
                              -
                              Idk what I'm doing anymore.
                                      
                                          
                                   
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serendipity 一 poems
Poetryshort poems by a teenage girl who changes her style multiple times throughout this book. 11/13/15 - #34
 
                                               
                                                  