i am good at lying.
look at my face.
see my teeth, lips
pulled from gums,
see my bracelets
sparkle when my eyes
don't look at my wrists
do not worry-
i am smiling
wide, just for you.
Wow. This is the sort of thing you read and find yourself thinking about later, at the strangest times. It echoes.
good one, authentic and rich - short poems are always better.
laced with sadness and a slow breaking heart
We're all liars, one way or another.
That last stanza gives this a haunting feel. But it's lovely. Short, not-so-sweet, and poignant as always.