Her smile,
The biggest and brightest.
Was always there
To wake you up
And to show you how much she cared.
Then she got older
And the pressure grew too much.
Most people did not recognize her
Because all that was left of her was,
A skeleton.
Of who she was before.
And no one remembers,
Where her smile was.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PoetryIdeas, thoughts, guides, suggestions, sheer nonsense and randomness of my bad (but sometimes good) brain. This book will never be completed because I will never stop thinking.
