With a tear- streaked face,
You strolled in,
Kept your head high,
And forced a smile,
Covering all your pain,
With just a smile,
Your eyes no longer twinkled,
Whenever you spoke,
But that day you turned,
To me,
And smiled,
Not a forced smile,
But a real smile,
A smile,
Which I thought no longer existed.
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Notes To You
Poetry'After all she was the victim who declared war.' ©Sheila afb two thousand and fourteen
