A smile is plastered on your young face
Your eyes are closed
But inside are a mourning eyes-hazel.
Nobody knew better than I what you had to face.
But cheer up, young soul
For people are here
In black robes-how you hated that colour!
I can see through that smile.
I can see you weeping by your bed-
maybe you don't know-
Only I remember.
Your head bent
to a God you don't believe in.
On your knees
for a God you don't love.
How sad your life passed!
How sweet a face you had!
Hypnotising everyone in a a hand's distance.
But I can see through your smile.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
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