Broken smiles and healing hearts
I see everywhere-
All signs of the false love
That the ingenuine wear.
But the sweetest souls hurt the most
Because we give them that power;
We put our hearts in their hands
And we are left to cower.
Beneath tough hides are soft voices,
Inside trivial lies are painful truths,
Behind those beguiling eyes is pain.
But sometimes, it’s that pain which soothes.