An unmeaningful smile.
A very stiff handshake.
A pinch of disappointment
That could run for a mile.
Two eyes.
One is so alive
And the other would see right through me
As if your future depicts that you never knew me.
One smile.
It’s fake and insane.
Only one thing is for sure.
You’re so peacefully chaotic
It’s hard for you to stomach that it’s true.
And so you pretend it’s another thing that you can see right through.
