The light flashes, lips upfolding
But never we reveal our frowns.
Cameras got lost in translation
For we dress up smiles as our gowns.
Colorize in frames without emotions
Playing fools for shutter sounds.
Negatives unshown, weary posing
Where is our plan to be dropouts?
YOU ARE READING
To sweet creature
PoetryWe could have made a full story than leaving a bookmark in between....