Smile
My weakness is I care far too much.My strength; making up for your 'don't give a fucks.'
And I love him with my crooked knowing grin and my bleached eyes.
Smile, its pasted there with home-made grape jelly.
Bread crumbs at the corners of my small, thin lips.
For once I'm able to speak my mind,
but he can read it like a book.
Pretty and modest; his babygirl.
His presence lingers electric green.
I stumble over a friend's cruel words but my smile never ceases.
With his home-made grape jelly glue, smearing at the creases.
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