Her Smile a Blunder
"She swerves, falls, and breaks, but she still smiles when she thinks."
She can't feel any concentration
or find that missing link.
Her mind is all washed up.
“Please!” she yells, “shut up!”
She swerves, falls, and breaks,
but she still smiles when she thinks.
-
A nymph?
No, but a wink of misery.
A harlot?
No, but a loutish sweet.
Is she numb heartless angst in redemption?
Or a maladjusted benevolent warmth that burns?
-
She can't feel any concentration
or find that streaking tear.
Her mind is all shook up.
“Please!” she yells, “show up!”
She stabs, laughs, and screams,
but she still smiles when jeer is all she feels.
-
A nymph?
No, but a blunder when she smiles.
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by Bazooka Teaches
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