I’ve seen you smile quite a lot
but no, it doesn’t seem enchanting.
Its not the smile. I see it everywhere on everyone,
while in the crowd, in the gardens,
in the mall, in the restaurant, at the movies
every human has it, uses it. Smile.
I ain’t fascinated by your smile.
Its when I get to meet the demons in you,
the anger, the serious face, the sadness, the madness.
The way you look at the stars,
the way you look down while you walk,
the way you hold back those tears,
the way you smirk,
the way you want to say something, but cannot,
the way you look when you look at someone you love.